If you were here, I'd ask you a million and one questions.
If you were alive, I'd hug you and ask you why.
If you were here, I'd cherish every moment.
If you had been there, I wouldn't be wondering why?
If you had been there, I'd never have felt unloved.
If you had been there, I'd have had a place I belonged.
I'd like to ask you why you left?
But the more important questions is why does it hurt me so much?
It's been forever, lifetimes ago.
Yet the wound still remains.
My undieing unwavering love remains.
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