15/01/19

Four years young, one year dead

I replay your life, a film in my head

I can’t believe you stopped being real

I miss your sound, I miss your feel

Everything shattered, it all fell to bits

I try to rebuild, but nothing fits

I’m missing a piece, I know that it’s you

But now you’re gone, there’s nothing to do

You were my baby, my boy, my best friend

The Shepherd who loved me

Right to the end

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