When missing is like distance
Farther, farther..away, away.
And seeing is like sunrise
Glowing, glowing, ready, gone…
When Laughter is like medicine,
Healing, hopeful, holding on.
When a smile’s all there is to hold,
Remembering is like a rush of blood to the head
A high that keeps on soaring.
When it’s a memory that keeps you breathing
When the light is
hard to see,
That’s when your heart is bleeding.
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