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The mixture of thoughts that come with the loss of a loved one, and ones grasp on life, future and emotions.

We mark life by years... how do those years mark us?

Sometimes we get a pure glimpse of ourselves, which may not last too long.

Just a little poem... sometimes we may want others to talk to us, but not want to take their time.

When you love, you always find a way to "talk".

Sometimes, the most important person, is the one we think about last

What we want, and what we can, do not always match... even in expressing ones emotions.