Last Year

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There was a time when I was confused,
when everything I did
cut the one who means everything.

A time in absence
has taught me how much she means to me,
that I love her more than anything in this world.

In her I find purpose,
in her, a better self.
My tears have cleansed the fog from my eyes
and I see clearly now.

I have come to cherish
the small absences which
remind me of what she is,
My Everything.

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Penned by, Mike Derus

Minneapolis, MN

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Authors Comments ~

This poem is to my everything, Abby