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For You

The radio plays Gently in the background Of my life. The light throws dim shadows Onto the dreary walls Of my room. It is so cold here now Without you. You have left an emptiness That nothing fills. An icy silence Of nothing heard Except my breathing Harsh and halting. The hours are long, Time creeps past. The hands of the clock On the wall Are resistant To my will, They are persistent In their motionlessness. I fill my life with boredom And remembrances. I warm my spiritless heart With tales of happier days And wait in frighted hope. For you. 12/07/1990
Published inLifeMemoryPoemRemembranceSadness

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