winter seems to always be a cruel season to lose someone who touched your heart, we always seem to lose the people we love most in winter time.

Sometimes you meet people for a reason, 

Sometimes it lasts but a season. 

Like the twinkling of an eye,

Like the moons brightest sky.

Missing someone close to you,

A heart beat twinned and true.

There is no shame in shedding a tear,

Ever present they're in your heart here.

© Grant Dickson 16/03/2016 

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