Hope
An open window, by the shore
His love doesn’t live here anymore
A sadness crept up long ago
He made his choice to get up and go
Shattered her heart, crack!, until nothing was left
The memory of that night she always kept
A book of memories, open on the floor
She hopes and prays he will walk back through the door
It swings and shifts against the wall
Maybe, maybe someday he will call
Years have passed and she’s still there
Rocking back and forth, in that old rocking chair
Grey and worn, small as can be
She’s like a stick that no one can see
A forgotten soul along the coast
Singing her sad song like a ghost
Her life and dreams sing along too
She wishes that his love, was true
Now, inside that house upon the shore
Her cold lifeless body, lays upon the floor
Copyright © Lauren Lewis | Year Posted 2012
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