To: bentfeather
It sits beside my desk
A single sheet of paper
Taped to my file cabinet
Where only I can see it
It's our dream house.
Plans for our life live there
Big living room, three bedrooms
And a walk-out deck from the master.
It has a patio and it has
All the things we love.
"Get ready, the builders will call
all the time," you said.
You left me, but our home remains.
It's in my mind, it's built
And I live in it, alone.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Your things are there, my love
They're right where you left them
The only light in the house
That's on is the one in the kitchen.
That's where I stand now
Feeding myself and my love for you
I made extra for you, darling
For the day you come home.
993 posted on
01/28/2004 9:21:12 PM PST by
Colonel_Flagg
("Forever is as far as I'll go.")
To: Colonel_Flagg
You are gonna make me cry.
To: Colonel_Flagg
You left me, but our home remains.
It's in my mind, it's built
And I live in it, alone.
I wouldn't have it any other way. Such a sad poem.
997 posted on
01/28/2004 9:35:25 PM PST by
SAMWolf
(I am McMahon of Borg. You may already be assimilated.)
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