Always, the last thought as I drift off
Always, the first as I slowly rouse awake
But the best, are those moments sprinkled
Throughout each day, good or bad
When I catch myself smiling for no reason
And realize, something reminded me of you
A song, a word, an image, or just
A memory briefly resurfacing
That's when I know, heart and soul
As real as possible. ...seemingly impossible
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