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What They Were MAG
The dewy grass brushes my ankles
The cool breeze kisses my face
As I remember the times I cherish deeply
From dawn to dusk we spent the days
Rolling in the gentle grass down the hill
Spinning in circles until we lost our balance
Telling each other made-up stories
Fun and scary
The shimmering pond was too tempting
Our games moved to the water
Our clothes were always soaked
And our spirits lifted
One day she stopped coming to play
But I kept hoping it was just a delay
Now I’m all dressed in black
Wondering if I’ll ever get that time back
I’m still here waiting for her
Wishing it could go back
To what they were
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This is one of my favorite pieces I’ve ever written. I have a lot of experience with loss so this feels very connected to me.