I felt it in my stomach,
And in the back of my throat.
It didn't matter what she told me,
Or even what I wrote.
It mattered how she was feeling,
It mattered how all behaved.
I needed her to be happy,
For yesterday to be be waved.
I wanted her back in Monday,
When everything was fine.
I want her heart to be whole,
Because she has the whole of mine.
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