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Morning Fog ...


MORNING FOG 

Mornings begin in a fog
Was that a dream
Or was it reality
Will I awake tomorrow
To a different truth
Will I have another chance
To speak to you
I believe I will
One day
You will call me
By my knickname
That only you used
So I can tell you
How I always admired you
Being Wiser
More focused
More discipline
I will miss our time together
In days and months ahead
But this will bring us closer
The memories remain
Only pictures fade
I hope you will visit me
On days I need strength
And throughout the years
I want you to stay close
Drive with me
Walk with me
Keep me safe
For awhile longer
So we can be together
Whenever that may be

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