Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Good Grief

Good Grief

The room looks the same 
Like it froze in a frame
Nothing has been moved or touched. 
Not a speck has been knocked.
Since you've been gone.

The bed still tidy
Trophies still stand mighty.
Desk collecting dust
My heart is still a bust.
Since you've been gone.

Memories play like a show.
Playing in the snow,
Foot prints are carved in the ground
Where you finally laid down. 
Since you've been gone

                                  The marking now stands as it should.
I wish I could;
Pull you out from under.
Wake you up from your slumber. 
Since you've been gone. 

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