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I've taken our son's colored chalk
And round your remembered steps
I've drawn outlines on the walk
And then watched them fade
From use or from rain.
If your tour's extended again,
Don't tell me when you call or text
And I swear I'll not hear by other means,
I'd rather the extra days of hope
As our pain, it won't change.
The pain of departure and the extended pain of waiting, so powerfully put in such an understated way {you didn't fall into the deadly trap of overkill}.
Here I share the same sentiment of 1201. Very moving. Thanks.
first six lines - superb, very good image of remembered steps fading, so good it makes the next set of lines look like an afterthought, an explanation.