Tuesday, August 12, 2014

from April PAD chalenge


Since You Left
Since you left, it’s like you died.
But I can’t mourn your passing.
At each turn, I see you there
and I can hear you laughing.
Oh, how I wish you’d come back.
Your clothes hang in the closet.
There’s your fifty pairs of shoes.
The tomatoes are rotting.
I hope they are all I’ll lose.
Oh, how I wish you’d come back.
The words are left unspoken.
For the reason, I still strive.
I have hope for tomorrow.
‘Cause I know you’re still alive.
Oh, how I wish you’d come back.

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