It's like the last time I saw you in the flesh
That end of July
Is burned deep in my mind.
From the way you wore your hair
Down to the socks on your feet.
Some days it makes me smile.
Some days like today, it makes me cry.
Why you were taken so soon, I'll never know.
She's in a good place, and she's happy.
People tell me this like they know.
And yes, I know it's true,
But what I would give to hear it from you.
I know you're near,
Some days I feel it more than others.
I just want you to know you're loved and missed,
Hugs to you my dear baby sis.
About the Creator
Ashley Derrington
UGA bulldawg forever and always. LA transplant. Defensive Center Midfielder for USDWNT. Lover of food, sports, entertainment, tattoos, and travel. Oh, and I judge people on their shoes.
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