Aware
The future is here, awareness at last,
The mind shall not want from the long rotten past.
Your shadowless words, erased from my mind,
Your dirty old drawers are removed from my line.
your freely gave "Sorry", your strange anecdote
No longer hold steady and gripe at my throat.
Your silly old habits I'm burdened no more,
and your stupid old raincoat hangs not from the door.
Cause your outta my life and this only is true,
But now your not here ....think I really miss you.
Copyright © Scott Anderson | Year Posted 2012
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