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I swore I'd never forget
the sound of your voice
But it's slipping now
So much noise
Too many gripping fingers
In my mind

I'm scrambling to keep hold
Cause I can't let you go
Everyone's released you
But I'm fighting to hold on

The moments we shared
The joy and laughter you evoked
tears I have cried and the ones
I've had to wipe away

I'm trying to make sense
of your senseless loss
My heart is dying
As I see your face a thousand times
When I close my eyes
You're with me
Every time I close my eyes

Living my life blind
afraid to open my eyes
Cause you're drifting
and one lifted lid
leads to the end of this..

Stay with me
I don't wanna let go
I can't let you down
Help me please
Keep you around

Your voice is almost gone now
Barley more than a whisper
Please stay with me

But you go
And your words
Run through me
"I love you"

And it's over
I'm alone again
With nothing to remember
But the way i let you go

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First a warm welcome to the Neo.
I truly enjoyed this read despite the sadness. The emotions are so raw. I just wish it is not about the author. I can feel the pain and relate to it well.
Nothing to suggest at the moment.Thanks for sharing.


Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words
........Robert Frost☺

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Thank you for expressing what I have often felt for a certain friend whom I have had to let go of. I promised myself I'd never forget, but now it seems as if he were a dream. Every time I do dream about him, I wake trying to hold on to that feeling, that look, that sound that I last felt, saw and heard. I cannot say that I know your pain, but I do know mine, and if they are anything alike, I know it may take a long time to heal. That is one of the reasons why I write. Don't stop writing, Alice. You have great ability to touch others through your poetry. Welcome to Neopoet

The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits.~G.K. Chesterton

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