You loved me to death.

I see those familiar faces in the sun,
and wherever I turn to,
I know you are looking down at me.

I always feel like there's someone watching me but
there is no need to be afraid,
because I know it's you who are standing behind me,
trying to push me in the right direction.

Your bones may be buried,
deep in the cold earth.
But your souls are still settled
in the deepest places of my heart.

And you may be long gone,
but it can still hear your voices and laughter
when I'm acting like a complete idiot.

Just know, I smile every now and then,
because of the great things we went through
which are way more valuable and memorable than the
reasons you passed away.

And always know, I felt safe by your grace,
because I know you loved me to death.
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