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As time passes you slip my mind,

Your voice becomes a memory,

One so distant it leaves me blind.

I call your number here and there,

To rid myself of this nightmare.

Your voice no longer claims that line,

For a while that was my lifeline.

I call through God's landline

And the sun peeks through the clouds,

If only there was a voicemail for you and I,

Maybe I would be able to say goodbye.

You're disconnected from this world,

There's rarely anything with your name.

Mom feels odd slipping through my lips,

A name without a face is all that remains..

Letters from you hang on my wall,

No longer words that seem too small.

Disconnected by worlds but never apart,

Maybe by distance but never by heart.

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