Document

Document, that’s all that’s left of you;

from all these papers I've gone through.

You're no longer here, you're just a date

and what’s left of you I can't escape.

A painful reminder of all that I knew

finalized in raised emblem signed in blue;

with the final description typed within them

telling me what supposedly happened to you.

But what they say don't make me no mind

because that’s not what I carry with me;

just smiles and happy times of what used to be.

Document makes it hard to deny the truth;

It seems I can't accept that you've gone away

but what they give me show me proof

that you're no longer with me here today.

I'm no fool but I keep on holding to the past

remembering all that you mean to me;

no matter how hard I try the years go by too fast

and I’m afraid that you'll end up a distant memory.

But every time I pull out my box of documents

I see the brown envelope behind a certain manila tab

and it leaves my heart heavy and my soul so sad.

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