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In my mind, I hear her all the time.
She tells me where to go, what to do, how to live.
In my space, I see her all the time.
She hides within the crowd, some times hidden and other times in sight.
In my arms, I hold her all the time.
She holds me back carefully and gently, in times of vulnerability and times of glory.
In my heart, I remember her all the time.
She told me a love like ours weren’t meant for greater things, and left like she believed it.
How long is long, till we consider it null and void and well placed in the past?
” Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time. ” – The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald