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There are times

There are times
When she comes to me
With words I dread to hear
But I always listen.

There are times
When my soul is already so full
So full of hurt
That she simply cannot fit in
But I make room for her

There are times
When I feel my mind is so full
That I cannot handle another thought
Another memory
But I handle it for her.

There are times
Many times
When I wonder
If she knows
how much I love her
If she knows
How much I miss her
This girl
Who once was me.

by Louise Keelan

March 9th 2007


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