eating away at my heart©
He'd say to me everyday,
what's for supper in the most anxious way.
I'd say i have no idea or i don't know,
he'd say we're having that a lot lately:
such memories now hurt so.
Now eating is only a chore,
cause he's not here to say that anymore.
I'll never celebrate holidays again,
there was no question what we ate then.
So cute he prepared each perfect meal,
from now on lonely and empty
my hunger will feel....
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