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Click hereThe Room
The ghostly echoes of voices filled my head
As I gazed into the room and stared
The silence, the memories, the now empty bed
The laughter, the talk and the love we shared
Now but a memory
The friends we met, their pictures on the wall
‘If only walls could talk’ they say
In this room they would say it all
As I fall to my knees, break down and cry
With a pain so deep
I weep upon the pillow that once was yours
Smell your scent that lingers there
Distracted by a gift you inadvertently left
I pick up a thread of your hair
And kiss it
Of all the gifts you ever gave
This one I will treasure above
All others bar one I save
The gift of Your Love
Is mine to keep
And as I turn with tears in my eyes
Looking back once more
At all the things we once held
I turn the key and lock the door
Maybe one day?
I pray.
© Gaia_Lorraine 2005