but longing is replaced with
longing over here
I can hear you calling for me
and turn around eagerly
but all is empty here
you must have moved away
where did you go--you
who were once here?
I pretend I'm with you and alive
supposing I live only because
you haunt me here
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Pic: Oh, the irony! A sudden thaw and now there are giant puddles in the backyard everywhere... except in the pond we dug! I laughed every time I caught sight of this today.
2 comments:
Nice photo and poem.
So grey and overcast. Is the sun ever going to come out again?
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