Tim
gone, it hurts
can't bear the pain
trying to hide the stabbing hurt
it's a hole in my stomach I could fall through
I tell Tim's story, a love story of laughter, love, play, dreams
and I am told of Tim's story, I learn more of his spirit, dreams, adventures
and I carry the hurt, with Tim's love story, I cry, the memories, tears
it doesn't leave, the hurt, the stories, the memories, the love, but
when I see rainbows and mountain mist, I see it with Tim
I look for that same hole in my stomach
and add to Tim's and my story
Tim's not gone
Tim
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