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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I didn't want him to leave, I begged him to stay, It had been snowing all night, it was a winter storm; The wind was howling and everything was white, We were snuggled in bed all warm and cozy. He stirred and kissed me, winking he said, I must go, Looking out the window at the storm I was so scared; I held him close, please don't go, it's too dangerous, But he just laughed at me and went to get dressed. I lay there thinking for all the scenarios that were possible, Nothing, I said would stop him, he was a determined man; I was angry, you never listen to me, just wait awhile, He left with a slam of the door, I heard his car start. I waited all morning for him to call, I was really sorry, Only wanting him to come home to me, safe in my arms; He had not called by noon and I was frantic, desperate, So, I called his work and they told me he was not there. Just as I put down the telephone, it rang, wrong number, Making coffee I was nervously thinking and thinking, thinking; Where could he have gone and why did he not call me, The police came at around two in the afternoon that day. I heard their words as they explained everything to me, He had crashed his car in a ravine and he was found dead; Weeping is all that I did for weeks and months, In this earthly realm, I find my him down a path. His name engraved in cold stone forever and eternity, I go there often with roses and roses for my beloved; And I ask him, why, oh why did you not listen, But I suppose, it was written in the book of his life. And what of my book of life, is this sorrow written, Lord? _______________________________ September 4, 2015 Verse For the contest, Waiting, sponsor, Craig Cornish Third Place
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