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Ticking off the List

 

  

I miss your face, I miss your smile,

That look you gave, when you were around,

The memories are here to stay

Now you're gone, I just feel empty

 

I scan the contents of the page

And keep ticking off the list,

I hear the wind outside

Whispering your name

 

Halfway down the stairs I stop

Listening to the tick of the clock

In the lonely air of the hall

With only a whisper of memories.

 

I'm an old lady watching the world go by

As I look up the sun shines bright

I'm scanning the contents of the page

And keep ticking off the list..

 

© Hazel

◄ A Curry Sir..

The Tenant ►

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