I know this man in my memory.
I have so much Love for him, or at least who he use to be.
I love how he held me and kissed my face.
I love how he wanted me and never strayed.
I always wanted to fill his hands around me.
I always wanted to fill his breath upon me.
I miss how his love was unconditionally.
I miss the way he would surprise me.
I love how he cared about us.
I love how he always thought of us.
I always wanted him to be near us.
I always wanted him to Love us.
I miss how he spent time with us.
I miss how he so completed us.
I love this man you see,
Or At Least Who He Use To Be!
I love the man who stood before me,
But not the stranger who stands in his place.
This man is no more, now he is the stranger I would rather ignore.
By: Rebecca Ryan
In memory of whom you use to be, Alan Ryan!
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so tragic :(
- ColtsFan1912
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