I know you're there
In that place
None of use can accurately describe
But I'm just here
Standing on this dingy brown dirt
Staring into the rays of sun
Breaking through the white lumpy clouds
That look like mashed potatoes
Floating by above my head
Sometimes I wonder
Why one can't swoop down
And take me for a windy ride
I still don't think I'd find you
I was still able to hear your deep voice
Not like schizophrenics hear voices
Just happy memories
So powerful that the sounds
The phrases and tone
Seemed like you were here
When I close my eye lids now
I can barely picture you
Without a photograph
And there are so few
We may still be connected
But just like God
I have no concrete proof
That is certain and without doubt
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