Stolen Heart
He stole my heart and then he left.
It was his time to go.
We couldn’t keep him anymore.
It’s good for all, I know.
I miss his smiles and his sweet hugs,
the sounds he make each day.
The house is very quiet now,
since he has gone away.
I try to visit every month,
come rain or shine, it’s true.
Although he does not verbalize,
I know he misses me, too.
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