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Sunday, August 14, 2016

If You Could See

I sit alone on this wooden bridge
Thinking of what could have been
Things I wish you could taste and see
Wish you could see what’s become of me

Years have passed and I sit amiss
All these big events your presence has missed
Highlight achievements and bitter ends
The lessons I’ve learned while I make amends

You’re no longer here now
But your memory lives on
With each puddle in life I make
You are part of the waves wake

So I hold on to what’s left
Gather what’s new
Hope to make you proud
In all that I do

I stand up abruptly
The bridge lets out a sigh
At least I know

It’s not a final goodbye

-Joy Lynn


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