Sometimes I include you,
Without even meaning to.
Your spirit is never too far away,
I thought for sure you went astray.
I’ll be cooking a delicious dish
And think, “He’d surely love this.”
Or I’d find your old clothes,
And remember you wore those.
I hope you are well and happy,
Ending this now before it gets sappy.
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