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When We Lived
What’s the reason of this plot
Why I can’t recall
Can’t receive a single prompt
Letters on the wall
Could have told me what to do
If I should have done
Of if not, than I’d ask you
In the evening sun
And you turn to me with your
Reassuring smile
Standing at the kitchen door
With a glass of wine
There’s no better answer, love
To the dreams we share
Even now, when times get tough
But you are still there
Sitting in your cotton gown
Pictured, saved and filed
When the curtains were drawn down
When we lived awhile.
Copyright ©
Gregory Colodub
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