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nothing to cry about

There is nothing to 

Cry about 

Anymore 

He’s gone 

He’s done 

And spent 

And all the old pictures 

And all the old words 

Which stampede through my mind 

Like a rambling herd 

Are mud and dust 

And spent 

And yes

We caught you 

On our phones

So you live and breathe

In monochrome 

 

And maybe it was suggested 

That’s easier 

Than a black and white 

Shot 

It’s not 

 

And however hard I look

I can’t find you now 

And won’t again

You’re gone 

And how 

Did that happen 

At what cost 

We will never talk 

Properly again

Never hug

Never argue

Never laugh

Never remember when 

But I’ll forget 

A little bit each day 

And make memories 

Which may never 

Have been true 

And you’re not there to ask 

 

there’s nothing

To cry about 

Anymore 

I’m empty 

And you’re not here 

And some 

Will

Never know 

Or remember 

You ever 

Were

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