The lights went up in the night sky,
But on your sorrow was the only illumination.
Everyone, everything in order.
What came first.
Who came next.
You always placed yourself last.
Oh the nightmares that you must have viewed.
They soon became your own desperation
And added to the tossing and turning of your life.
But they made those heart touched moments
All the more special.
The waving of my hand will never take place
Only the remembrance of your slipped in embrace
And the smile shining from your eyes.
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