How does it come down to the pieces? One piece at a time. One memory at a time. One strand of hair at a time.
Piece by piece I feel you slipping away.
How do I hold on to all of the pieces that make you you?
All of the pieces that make you who you are, who you were.
You were more than the Star Wars figurines I’ve saved.
You were more than the cozy sweatshirt I’ve saved.
You were more than the books that you loved that I’ve saved.
You were more than the brush full of your hair that I’ve saved.
You were more.
How do I save you for my heart?
How do I save my heart?
How do I hold on to all that was you.
How do I keep you from becoming a fading memory?
How do I hold on…to you???
How do I hold on..to me?
How do I hold on?
Can We? Will We? 
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oh my friend my heart aches for you. Hold on as he holds on to you….in your heart, in your thoughts, in your dreams, in the quiet moments and at the big celebrations. He will be there. Forever. ♥️
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(sorry if this is a repeat- couldn’t tell if posted)
oh my friend my heart aches for you. Hold on as he holds on to you….in your heart, in your thoughts, in your dreams, in the quiet moments and at the big celebrations. He will be there. Forever. ♥️
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Your poetry goes deep to the heart of it all. I’m sending you love and strength for this journey you find yourself on. Thank you for sharing where you are and how you are.
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