She died so young and left her children with barely a memory.
It’s that time again
when the hormones send a secret message
to the tear ducts
and my heart aches.
My heart aches so much
for all that was missed.
Time,
just the blink of an eye
that’s all we asked
I’m a chain with a weak link,
the 26th of August any year.
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