I can try to avoid but not help at all
These mournful foreshadowings soon to come true
And sometimes, one or two tears seep through
Run down a face that promised to remember
The way you touched it, back in November
I watch as thunderstorms rumble at night
Their cold lightning being the only light
This place I am, it is dark
This event, I know it, will leave a mark
Fainting memories of words and movements
Craving to walk where you'll be, maybe I'll even sprint
No matter how far away
I will find you, just to say
I love you
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