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Mar 5
Before I met my wife
I could move through
life like a ghost on a painted landscape not
seen by anyone, nobody
meΒ Β 
or didn't want to know
me, but I didn't care me
was me and all that mattered when met
Helen all of sudden I
was known
couldn't walk down
the street without
being notice someone would recognise Helen
we would stop-start
all the time talking
who didn't know me Helen's her friends suddenly became mine but when sadly Helen passed on
slowly people have moved away from
I'm starting to become
Invisible again to the world, very rarely stopped
In the street now I don't have Helen I'm now
I can walk the street like ghost In a landscape
painting you would have to look very closely to see me to
I'm no longer there free to roam the streets to shop never really being noticed and the best I don't really mind that
Before my wife nobody knew me it perhaps didn't want to
then with Helen suddenly known by all but now she
gone the friends all gone but
In a way can't say I mind
Johnny walker
Written by
Johnny walker  66/M/Grantham
       CJ Love, Gods1son, Makayla Jane, M-E and Perry
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