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I miss you R...

 Is it ok to miss yourself sometimes? 


I miss you R…


I miss your innocence

The belief that the world was a happy place

That love was there all around

All we need to do is to reach out.


Just an honest open attempt

And life will reward you

If you worked long and hard

It will even speak up for you


I liked that about you

You knew how to move on

You knew that forgiving was the only way

Not forgetting necessarily - but definitely letting go


I liked how you gave it your all

When you set your mind to it

How you put the scared kid inside you to bed every night

With a promise that the next day would be better


The kid who cried in her pillow for years

Just because she felt lonely and unloved

You told her you were there to hold her hand

Whatever else life throws at her, you wouldn’t leave her alone


But now that child is overwhelmed 

The loneliness is threatening to take it all

What can she do to keep it at bay

With the weight of responsibilities taking their toll


So while I think of ways to help her heal

Would you please be my side

Help me hold her, hug her close

And pray for strength for both of us…

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