Look around.
Look real hard .
Life moves fast.
Heart beat skips like a New York minute.
One moment your in and the next your out.
Hearing the voices of those who are not here .
Feeling my eyes well up for the lack of all the years with no tears.
Weird, no it's just part of accepting the new reality and leaving what was just memories to look back on as I grieve.
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