The Window
Today i saw your face in the window
it was me when i focused on the image
you have given me the best of all memories
the color fades from the picture that i hold in my hands
the corners are withered so are my insides
if given the chance to hear your voice
the emotions
ill walk past this window once or twice a day
to see your face as i do when i look out onto the rain
the angels crying
ive gotten this far since the lord took you home
ill get even farther when i look in the window
im thirty now as when you left i was fifteen
believe me when i see the reflection
its not hard for this man to say sadly
i miss my father this boy sometimes misses daddy
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