17 January

 Follow your heart to the water
Fill your pockets with stone
Throw your arms around me
Never let me go

You were the first, you wouldn’t be the last
What the river took, we could never replace
And as the pain set in so did the realisation
You were never coming home
For nights we lay awake
Wishing for answers, hoping against all hope
And if love could change the course of fate
These nights, we move mountains
But as the news filtered down the line, the impact
shook us
Shook us to the chore
Loss struck like a dagger in our aching hearts

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