You have been gone a year. One. 365 days and counting. The cycle is continuing again. I am no closer to knowing why you were taken Home so soon. But no farther either.
Watch over me.
You are not here anymore. Not physically. I cannot touch you. I cannot reach out and have you catch me. I cannot cry and have you dry my tears. You are not here anymore. But you are not gone. Not forever anyway. You live on. In me.
Watch over me mama.
Watch over me.
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