My First Year
my first year without you
feels kind of queasy
like learning to walk again
doesn’t feel so easy
my first year without you
a new year,
but you are not here
my first year without you
without your hold
i will polish the silver
because i not longer have the gold
my first year without you
feels different
miss your strength
that shoulder, so easily lent
my first year without you
raise a glass
shed a tear
try and let go of the past
you are not here
James Garratt – Thursday 4th January 2001
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My First Year – Thursday 4th January 2001 (Aged 25)
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