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| Day Four |
The quietness of our home Gave me time to write this poem About spending time apart And the silly things it does to the heart Since you have been gone I wake up every day before dawn I go through my normal routine Having coffee and being the domestic queen There is no conversation to be had The dogs English is really bad So I go about doing my chores Buying groceries, window shopping at several stores But as hard as I try to conceal how I feel My heart is still having a hard time trying to deal With being seperated, alone and empty For you see, I'm missing you plenty After eight years of having you by my side Even though it has been a bumpy ride I think you will agree I am a part of you and you are a part of me B. Jarrell Copyright 2-6-05 |
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