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The Eraser

A pair of shoes in the corner of a lonely room A hairbrush on the dresser filled with hair A jewelry box still open with bracelets on display The diamond ring that I gave you still sitting there A closet full of clothes that need going through Your lipstick on the floor beside the bed The posters on the wall of your favorite bands A sandwich with the crust cut off the bread I still hear your cell phone all through the night Even though I know that it's not really there Today I found your glasses with the broken lens That's when you said you didn't need another pair I can still smell your perfume in the bathroom I need to put your things away, and I've tried It's just so very hard being in your room again For it's still too soon after my little girl died No one ever tells you about this part of death Getting rid of your things like you were never here Erasing all the memories that cause the living pain But my darling my love will never disappear

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 6/29/2011 3:26:00 PM
Sad but beautiful write, Larry. Excellent. Ralph
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Date: 6/26/2011 5:35:00 PM
A very lovely poem. Mike
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Date: 6/26/2011 2:54:00 PM
Beautiful poem! I with empathy for your loss. I can relate, because I too know loss in my life. Both my parents died way to young. I wish I could say it gets easier, but the truth is you just become numb, you'll learn to keep moving your feet. Hang in there.
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