In silence and every moment in between

I miss the smile that you used to have.

Over the years I watched your rope fray,

And I could see you were slowly slipping away.

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The knots that you’d fastened were no longer tight,

But you tried to hold on with all your might.

Endured many storms, some big, and some small,

And you stood firm through them all.

No matter how fierce those winter winds blew,

You withstood the force and kept holding on.

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Then came an angry, tempestuous storm,

And the minute it passed, you were suddenly gone.

That day you left me, painfully bleak,

I stood there, heartbroken and structurally weak.

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I couldn’t survive without you by my side,

I never gave up, oh how I tried.

I had braved the conditions for so many years,

Now my timber was heavy and sodden with tears.

My pylons gave way, the wood didn’t float,

And slowly I drowned, still in love with my boat.

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I’d fake a smile,

Like the one you used to have,

But I’m a little busy unfolding

Those pieces you left behind.

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I’ll never give up, oh how much I try,

To find that person who’d always shine bright.

Let the storm wash away your pride,

But oh dear girl, please come back to my side.

For you I’ll gladly hold on, however long it takes,

Please walk through that door and give me back my smile.