I never know when its going to happen-
waking up in the middle of the night and not seeing you,
or feeling you..... next to me .......
"She fell asleep again on the sofa", I say to myself-
Quietly, I get up, walk toward the living room-
it is then I realize, again, that you had left this mortal earth-
Nine years ago.
Love never dies, does it?
copyright: richard riddle Febuary 06, 2015
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
I never know when its going to happen-
waking up in the middle of the night and not seeing you,
or feeling you..... next to me .......
"She fell asleep again on the sofa", I say to myself-
Quietly, I get up, walk toward the living room-
it is then I realize, again, that you had left this mortal earth-
Nine years ago.
Love never dies, does it?
copyright: richard riddle Febuary 06, 2015
Complications from cancer, January 29, 2008. I will repost this piece every January.
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