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
Copyright © Reese Giroux | Year Posted 2009
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