Poem -

Sunday...Nowhere

Sunday...Nowhere

Sunday morning, 7 a.m.
And it is now a full year on,
No further forward cannot look back
You are everywhere, though you have gone.
Eating well and reading books,
Occasionally exercise;
Hold hands with my shadow, miles away,
While my heart drowns in your Irish eyes.
Conversations few and far between,
There is no company like yours,
Been talking with myself again
And we will never unlock these doors.
Sunday morning, 7 a.m.
And it is just another day;
No further forward, will never be,
Only nowhere since you walked away.

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Mandy Hoy

That's really sad, I really feel that with you , thank you for sharing

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T Starbuck

Thanks Mandy....one of those mornings this morning...you know?
T

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Terry Kay

Really sad and I felt it but a great write!  God bless!  Terry Kay

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