I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wished I could do more. I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care I want to reassure you that I'm not lying there. You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew That in the stillness of that evening I was very close to you. Be patient, live your journey out Then come home and be with me.
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