Dream

I saw us prancing, playing
Running around, laughing
Sitting aside, whispering

Night falls, lying side by side, sleeping
Sun rises, squinting my eyes, searching

I am here, and you are not.
Yeah I've once again forgotten, that you're gone.

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"It's like my garden, love (Joyce). Everything grows. Including love. And with that growing everyday how can you expect missing her to fade away?

Everything builds including our ability to cope with it.

That's how we keep going." - Henry Conway.

--- (Cecelia Ahern, Thanks for the Memories)