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

childhoodfaithlifelossdaydaycouplet

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