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And That Meant The World To Me

All I really remember of him
Is his arms.
I grabbed a hold of his arm,
Feeling his bicep bulge,
But all that
Is now a sad forgotten memory.
Now I remember…
No, I don't remember his name,
Just his face,
Just his smile,
His warmth;
His personality was a true gift to me,
And he showed me
What must have been a great time.
I just wanted his enjoyment, company.
He kept me alive.
He kept me breathing.
He kept me here
And that
Meant the world to me.

February 27, 2004

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