Again it comes,
The day to remember,
Your passing that day,
Let our silence be the sender.
Feelings indescribable,
For words are too stubborn to express,
In the crowd we wait- heads bowed,
With sad feelings we want of less.
I'll look around for another glum face,
Imagine the memory they've found,
Then want not to be here alone,
But with you, here and now.
Granted your news isn't brand new,
But know if we don't say,
With us we know you follow,
Each and every day.
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