Tuesdays I go back to that very Tuesday That Tuesday we made that bucket list. The list of things we would do together. Then for all the Tuesdays to come, we would add check mark to that very sheet. We never did finish that bucket list. But I am sorry. I'm sorry that your Tuesdays ran out, and mine didn't.
Z These things happen Serendipitously Out of your reach. And it strikes you With such great force. You not only begin to lose balance On your feet But as well in the ways you think These things happen Perhaps not serendipitously
Fullerton Because within all this chaos, I'm still sane Though I no longer have you by my side I know I'm not the one to blame Your presence still lingers But if you ever made your way back We both know nothing would ever be the same
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