Sometimes
Sometimes.... just over my shoulder
I think I see a trace.
A glimpse of one I loved so dear.
An imprint of her face.
Sometimes... when the eve' is quiet
her voice comes to me.
So softly she says my name,
I turn around to see.
Sometimes when I'm dreaming
I say what wasn't said
and wake to tears on my pillow,
remembering she's dead.
I know she's there somewhere
though her body's been set free.
Just out of sight, but still right here,
she's watching over me.
27/08/2022
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2022
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