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Jul 2010
The silence is so deafening,
The wind refuses to blow,
The air is hanging heavily,
Without you this I know.

I look for some relief and hope,
But nothing comes each day,
The ***** windows mar the view,
There's nothing much to say.

Each day alone is smothering,
No moments filled with peace,
The laughter is so far away,
The suns sets in the east.

I reach to call so many times,
But know you're nowhere near,
I'll never see your smiling face,
Of this my biggest fear.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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   --- and A Haseley
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