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Nothings Quite The Same

I walked down the road and through the tunnel, To the train where we walked so many times before. I smiled to myself remembering the past, Then comes the sad reminder that you’re not here anymore. I sat on the train alone this time, Numbingly staring at where you should have taken your place. I arrive at Flinders Station, And start the journey of seeing the places where I should see your face. I begin the sad and agonising journey, Up to AC/DC Lane, And I remember you telling me everything about it. On your first journey over on the plane. Through tears I take a photo of that wall, Where you stood a few months ago in July. Tears of sadness run like a flowing tap, Causing concerned looks on the faces of passer-bys. I then head up to Hardware Lane, Where we always stopped and enjoyed a meal. I sit at the table where we would always sit, It’s hard to describe the heartache and pain I feel. I’m on the train and alight at Jolimont, The home of footy at the MCG. I look at the photo you sent me on Grand Final day, You looked so happy to me. Now I. Make my walk back through the tunnel, Without you holding my hand. I know you are walking beside me, Only this time you’re in the Promise Land. Now every time I think of you, I’m drowned by raw emotion. My world feels like it’s completey spinning, Forever going in slow motion.

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Date: 2/8/2019 10:19:00 AM
Not all feelings experienced in life are fair, fun or good. This poem is great to show that side of how some feel. Good choice of words to put together this poem. Questions are great, because they go in the direction of finding answers.
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Date: 2/8/2019 10:08:00 AM
Good descriptive work. Nice, clear visuals of feelings and thoughts. Memories are strong and these words are good.
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