Home
Sometimes I rush home
from some brief mindless excursion
hurrying into our home,
believing you're still here despite known aversions.
Then upon entry and turning of the key
you are not here,
then comes that realization and knowing agony
you're gone almost a year.
Having said our last goodbye,
given memory of that final kiss
doesn't make it easier to deny
the knowledge that you're missed.
The reality is forever dies.
I miss your laughter and your voice
even your pain filled tears and cries
death was certainly not our choice.
Living still held promise, life and hope
and now is but a memory alone
locked in an empty house of mirrors and smoke
once a loving home.
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