Surreal evenings with your memories.
I want to spend my evenings with you,
Dressed up with your matching gown, adorned with bows too.
Come on, let's drive down to the city square,
and sit on one of mom's favorite places when she was here.
Gisting, Gossiping,Gloating
as always,
Talking about how loud the night seems to be,
Returning when midnight crows.
If only you were here, maybe you would know.
But this time I am in the square, laying flowers at your tomb
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