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-
Eight years ago.
Love never dies, does it?
copyright: richard riddle Febuary 06, 2015
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 10:03 PM 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-
Eight years ago.
Love never dies, does it?
copyright: richard riddle Febuary 06, 2015
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