Five years ago, I lost you.
It was a flash before my eyes,
I couldn't even blink.
Couldn't hear a sound from you.
You were just a memory I kept close,
I didn't even know if you were alive.
Five years today, I finally found you.
You were not just a memory no more,
But a reality.
I could hear you again and,
Finally, know that you're still alive.
My mind is now at ease,
I'm thankful to have you once again.
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Karri Duperron
I enjoy writing Poems and stories, that are inspirational and about my life.
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