remember everything, she said, when only memories remain.

There are no letters for me to write and send
No lingering heartaches left to mend
And no rules that I could bend
To bring you back

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There is no fight that is waiting for its end
No remaining worries I have to tend
And no helping hand to extend
To bring you back

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With time, comes healing, or so they say
But the farther I get from that February day
The harder it gets to only remember you this way
And the sadder it seems to move further away
From the times we had that will forever stay
In the moments before that February day