The constant weight on the air I breath, And you, your eyes, | Sam Scribbles

The constant weight on the air I breath,

And you, your eyes,

I can no longer see them when I look at your face.

Nor I can see the children's eyes,

my own children.

But I know you're there, and somehow that presents a comfort after the ache.

Even if just for a little while.

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