i often picture what you would have looked like, blues eyes, dark hair and taller than all the other kids.
i see you as a little boy, its just easier to picture you that way.
you come to me in dreams all throughout the day and night, haunting me with what could have been a life of a different choice.
now having seen you many a times, its hard not to think what we would be doing to celebrate your life.
you would have been three this month.
and even though you had no chance with me, i still consider you a big step in my life.
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