To walk without you by my side was hard to comprehend,
For I had never gone so long before without my dearest friend.
But when the storm had lifted, to see your smiling face,
restored a sweet normality that cannot be replaced.
I grew to hate the distance still, a sensible six feet,
Without your hand I felt my own was surely incomplete.
Now I crave the distanced walks we took along the bowling green,
where we'd plan our next adventure, all the things we hadn't seen.
To see your smile again, I'd stand a thousand feet away,
But six above, I'm setting down a lily white bouquet.
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