But daintily
The raindrops dance
Upon windows sill
A sweet romance
A hidden hand
Conducts the flow
Its three months since
You left you know.
Many mornings
Such as this
Ive reminisced
About your kiss
A candle lit
In silent air
Your coat still hangs
Upon the stair.
A morning coffee
A cigarette
Left to wonder
Why you left
The hours pass
In disarray
Lonely still
The heartstrings play.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Good write N.
Yes, and it's three months since the last bus left. lol.
and 6 months since one arrived lol
Oh lol. What CAN we do? We'll have to walk.
lost all hope lol
A love missed and there is a feeling of emptiness and loneliness. Well expressed
thanking you as always much appreciated
You are most welcome Norman
So many are that have gone that way. Brings back the memories 🙏🏻🕊️
so true my friend, thanks for read always appreciated
Most welcome my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Norman, this really moved me. The quiet grief in this piece feels so intimate and lived-in…not dramatic, just deeply present in the ordinary details of the morning. That lingering absence hangs over every line. Beautiful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind comments, much appreciated, thanking you
Loss and sorrow told in calming, peacefully verse. Well done!
many thanks for read always much appreciated
nicely written
appreciated, many thanks
Reminds me of the Song 'Yesterday'. A fine write.
most kind, many thanks for reading, always much appreciated
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