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May 2016
this fridge is empty
nothing to fill it
light's on but there is no need
just like you life
you feel the same way
every night it's the same thing
all alone no hand to hug you
no one to tell you how pretty you look
as you head up stairs to go to bed
there's a knock at you door
you turn around not sure to answer it
waiting to her the knocking again
as the second knock is heard you run down the stairs
opening the door you see this we'll dressed man standing at you door step
with a bokeh of flowers a ring in the other hand
you look at him puzzled
until you notice the empty feeling fading away
you heart feels warm your skin lights up
there's a bright smile lighting up your face
you let him in then close the door
as he comes around and gives you a kiss
you put both hands around his chest
he does the same with his other two
the lonely and emptiness that was once there
is replaced with love a ring and a kiss
she is no longer her empty fridge
Michael Hill
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Michael Hill  Powell river
(Powell river)   
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