Quiet

as you go through the closet and pick up the locket your breath becomes short and your mind reports the memories held within they never where grim you remember the child that always had a smile the quiet days spent watching the world become wet as the tears from the sky washed the dirt from your eye and brought life back again the time would fly and you would cry because the feeling was so good but the day would end and you wake up again ready to start anew then the ambulance came and they kept you at bay as they took your whole life away and with your hand on the locket the other in your pocket you watched them drive away The next day you sit and wait with the same loving grin for them to come home every day you sit and wait longing their return every day in the same place for days and days you wait every day they would all say "she isent coming back" but you would wait and wait never looking back with a hand on your locket and the other in your pocket. the threads where well sown so you never let go to all your hopes and dreams and when you return know i have not mourned