maybe if she were still here,
half the frustrations i deal with
wouldn't bother me like they do.
maybe i could run home after school,
and hug her vehemently;
maybe she'd whisper the stuff of dreams:
"baby, life ain't nothing but trouble;
so there's no since in letting it
upset you so much.
if you can't change it,
live and let god."
maybe ... i would feel better;
like there wasn't a trial that i couldn't pass.
maybe she left,
to teach me to love more;
maybe she was taken,
involuntarily.
maybe i should call out her name,
and passively wait for a
response back.
maybe ... she's listening to me.
maybe, perhaps, possibly ...
she's invisible,
silently being.
maybe she still thinks about us;
down here,
waiting for her kiss and loving touch
again.
maybe this is a bit long-winded;
but maybe she'd read this and
encourage me
to keep it going,
like she always did.
maybe her love still shines;
maybe she left it behind
so we'd never feel alone.
i think that maybe, i ...
i, just really need this break.
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