I can't help;
Holding on to the memories,
If only to see the smiles again.
To cherish all the beautiful things,
To remember the miracle of them.
I can't help thinking;
Of the joyful friend,
Who offered comfort to anyone who asked.
The sound of his deep laughter,
Making the deepest of sorrows pass.
I can't help remembering;
The somber old man,
Who would smile behind a newspaper.
The feel of his worn-heavy hand,
Holding our dramatic world together.
I can't help cherishing;
The precious little girl,
Who was here for such a short time.
The tenderness of her smile,
Turning even the cruelest hearts kind.
I can't help;
The way I can't breath when I think,
Of the times we could have had.
The way I cry when I wish,
(If only for a moment) I could have you back.
I can't help;
Wanting to know if you think of me too,
In that paradise you now call home.
Knowing that without you,
I feel desperately alone.
I can help;
Ease the pain by remembering,
The great times we shared back then.
Keep you alive by dreaming,
Of the love I'll have until the day we're together again.
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