08 April 2013

Four Years Gone ...

Still, I see you 
A silhouette that lingers
In your chair, cozy
Quietly, between the light
Of the day that once was
And the day that will never be

Today I miss you
And my loneliness crushes me
Like 1460 broken bricks, piled high
Until my grief, your final gift to me
Quiets my mind and settles my soul

Four long years, still feels like yesterday.


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