Missing You
I thought of you with love today,
but that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday,
and everyday before that too.
I think of you in silence,
I often speak your name.
All I have are memories,
and a picture in a frame.
Your memory is a keepsake,
with which I'll never part.
God has you in his keeping,
I have you in my heart.
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