Hour 13 : Missed

Ubiquity in my memory

The fact that you are missed

As the day glows yellow and orange

The summer of the eighties


Overlooking you for brighter birds

They sing sweet melodies

But I cherish the rattle and the chatter

An epitome of freedom


You don’t show the weakness and pain

You hide behind the tough guy charade

So, no one can see you afraid and cold

You taught me to let go and fly freely

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