It would have been your birthday today
You would have been, what, twenty-five?
What would you have been like,
How would you have grown
If Death hadn’t stolen you away?

Where would your dreams have taken you
Where would your heart have gone
Who would have heard your laughter now
Who would have given you hope.

When all we have left are memories
all we think are ‘What ifs’ and I wish
because thinking of a life of possibilities
is easier than thinking of a life that’s not there

The End

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