when their face refuses to leave your head
as you stare across a crystal blue lake in the early evening
the sun flirting with the horizon line
as the water begins to still for the night
amongst all the beauty you feel a slight dewy chill-
each time you stop to breath
you wish they were standing beside you
"Shit Happens, Maybe for the best.
It is what it is, baby girl"
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