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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Comments3
Good write N.
Yes, and it's three months since the last bus left. lol.
and 6 months since one arrived 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 🙏🏻🕊️
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