The Day the Music Stopped
I know that you are gone
but I still hear your footsteps on the walk…
your key in the lock…the dog welcoming you home.
“What’s for dinner?’’ you ask
“I am,” I playfully reply and smile
as you sweep me up in a bear hug and I can hardly breathe!
Your clothes hang in the closet waiting for your return.
I listen to your voice on the answering machine
a hundred times a day to prove you are still here.
I never imagined when you left me that morning
That this would be the last time we kissed..
I never would have let you go.
This date will forever be a day of shame and heartbreak
The world and I will never forget
This September 11th
The day the music stopped!
Copyright©2001 Beatrice Boyle
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Copyright © Beatrice Boyle | Year Posted 2011
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