I cried the day after you left.
I looked for Rambo, but he was gone.
Looked out my window to see the lights in your home,
but you were gone.
The flood of tears came from nowhere.
The day after is the hardest day.
- Author: yoliehardin ( Offline)
- Published: December 3rd, 2015 14:40
- Comment from author about the poem: How I felt the day after my good friend and her husband moved with her mixed blue healer, Rambo whom I loved very much.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 23
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