All we left was silence
and gaps in between
Everything we ever said
is nowhere to be seen
The open space and everything
left disguised and only unsaid
forever, now until we're gone
never to be loved or wed
Sing our sons over the phone
never the same to upsetting end
your picture sits in my mind
as it does, my heart will mend.
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