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Apr 2014
I saw you
taking us that back way
to the mall
waited  for us to finish
on a bench outside
while we rifled through
those objects of our desire
on the way back home
the radio’s playing
the same song
I hear right now
suddenly
you are sitting
right here with me .
A song came on that brought back a memory of an ordinary day in my life  with my late husband.The early years  of mourning  circa 2005
AprilDawn
Written by
AprilDawn  F/Kentucky USA
(F/Kentucky USA)   
596
   ---, --- and Judypatooote
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