Jill Ackermann


I'm standing on a rock

I'm smelling the fresh air

I'm breathing - in and out

I'm thinking of the times we had and

I'm thinking about how wonderful you are

But then I notice that you aren't here

I can't smell your fragrance

I can't see you laugh

I won't ever have more times with you

Because you aren't here...

you are dead...

you are away from the world...

but you're always in my heart!


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Published on e-Stories.org on 01/31/2007.


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