Thursday, February 27, 2014

Hardly

Hardly a day goes by that I don't think of you;

Hardly a sun or moon passes overhead that I don't dream of you;

Hardly an image passes my sight that it does not remind me of you;

Hardly a meal do I eat that I don't wish you were there with me;




















Hardly doesn't really matter

if you are not by my side as

was the case a few years ago.

6Feb14

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