It´s all in
the missing,
Of old parents
long gone,
Of children
for whom I long,
Of dead sons
in war´s gong,
Of friendships
gone wrong,
Of lives sung
in old songs,
Of me having
to be strong,
It´s all in
the missing,
But it´s only
for a single day,
But it´s just
a line in a play,
But merely
a melody astray,
But only as
breezy tree sways,
But only,
long as memory stays,
But always
just a teardrop away.
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