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Sep 2015
You slamming  the door and leaving me alone
20 years setting by the phone
Day after day
Thinking I heard it ring
Picking it up and hear nothing but a dial tone
Never leaving home
Did not know what it was like to use a comb
Never seeing my neighbors
The front porch filled with 20 years of papers
Living room filled with take out food boxes
Hearing nothing but the tick of all the clocks
Everyday hoping to hear some kind of door knocks
20 years setting playing with  building blocks
Stopped sleeping in our bed
The place we held divine  
Could not stand your body not being next to mine
20 years of me thinking about the times
that we  intertwined
when our life's aligned  
Been on a 20 year decline
20 years of being confined
Letting the bills go and always being behind
Who knew 20 years ago my life would unwind
20 years ago today
On this day
I can feel myself sleeping away
Trying to be brave

At the moment the phone
Rang
!!
Mark Tilford
Written by
Mark Tilford  Louisville ky
(Louisville ky)   
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