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you finally said "heh-woah"

you blew a kiss my way...

the first of many, I'm hoping.

the patter of you early-morning

feet, warm still, from the sheets

brightens these walls more than

any ray of sun could dare.

A first goodbye wave

only days ago...

a lock of hair, the first,

retrieved

and carefully treasured.

I hope one day you'll see

all this memorabilia

and know,

I was always your biggest fan.

- Elena McCoy (original poem)