All alone now except for the memories. Of what we had and what we knew. Every time I try to leave it behind me. I see something that reminds me of you. Every night the dreams return to haunt me, your rosary wrapped around your throat. I lie awake and sweat, afraid to fall asleep.I see your face looking back at me. And I raise my head and stare. Into the eyes of stranger. People always turn away from the eyes of stranger. Afraid to know what lies behind the stare.
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Friend:
If you are leaving in the past, you can loose the present. And the present is what we have now. So, let the past go and find happiness now :-)
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