Since
you’ve been
gone each day
is just like the
day before. nothing
remarkable nothing
new under the sun or moon
or stars that you hung just for me
you put the colors in the rainbow
then took them with you to the other side.
I know you can’t come back, even for me.
But when it’s my time, will you come
for me? It has to be you.
There is nothing for me here
men are all the same with
one thing in common:
they are not you.
there is no
one but
You.
Yeah. Some are irreplaceable. Occasionally I remind the one I loved best that he has to be the one to greet me, one day.
Thank you, friend. The world went pretty gray for a while there.
Hey..I am hosting today at Sunday Muse. Come join us!
https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2019/11/sunday-muse-82.html
ps–your books arrived! As soon as I finish the Grace Paley I’m reading, I’ll read one of yours.
Thanks for the invite! I will stop by. I hope you enjoy the books! Please let me know what you think. :-)
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