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I thought of you just today.
Your smile, your laugh and the things you say.
I thought of the Angel that found this man.
I remembered the first time you held my hand.
I remembered the last time I touched your skin,
And dream about the day that I will again.
At night I lie awake and smile at the dark,
Because of the pictures I hold in my heart.
I know that one day these pictures will be replaced,
With events that will start when again I see your face

This poem was written/submitted by Justin Marker.