As I stand here
I watch your ashes blow away
like the wind of yesterday
And the wispy clouds,
like your memory,
race towards the sun
Every day at school
Is lifeless
The more your name is said
The more you seem dead
The more your name
loses meaning
There is a billion
I would trade for you.
But the abyss you left is true
And time ticks on without you
We Miss you,
Amber Elizabeth Hughs
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