“I Am Still Here.”

Sad songs on a Sunday afternoon
Nestled in bed without my baby
My pillow, cool and damp
The sponge to my longing
A hearts cry from my inner core
Enroute to your ears
In sync with your own melancholy
Your thimbleful of doubt
In your sea of unhealthy choices
You’re still there and I’m still here
I am still here, baby.

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