No one can hear
The constant thinking
About the past
Realizing
It was your last
Remembering their face
Clear as day
People saying
They’re in a better place
Wishing to see them
One last time
To ask questions
That was hard to find
You know them now
But not right then
Wishing to go back
To start again
I guess
That’s why they say
You don’t know
What you got
Till that day
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