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You were here. In the wee waking hours of the morning, you came to me.

You stood by the bedside as I wrapped my arms around you and buried my weary head in your bosom, and you stroked my shoulder gently. We talked of things that might have been. That will never be. I began to weep. But you wiped my eyes and said “No more. It has been two years. You are ready to move forward.”

Am I? Some days it certainly seems so. Other days drag on in loneliness and idle excuses for work. Yet if I am to trust your spirit, let me find peace.

You were here. If only for a moment. God bless your sparkling soul.

Wherever I am, you’ll always be, more than just a memory. If I ever leave this world, alive.

Flogging Molly, “If I Ever Leave This World Alive
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