And for the first time,
I wonder if you are thinking of me.
I think of you so often.
There are others thinking of you too.
They remember you as fondly as I.
It's your birthday soon.
I wonder who you will be celebrating with.
I don't think I can make it,
I'm sorry.
Sometimes I wish you were here,
There are so many things I want to show you.
I have to say
That you come to see me at the strangest times,
Like this morning when I had to leave,
You were there in the mirror with me.
I remembered your blue eyes
And I couldn't help but describe them
With mine.
I find an unconventional beauty
In these moments of remembrance,
And a feeling that I don't want to let go of
In case I should forget you.
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