You are missed

Saturday, September 08, 2012 , , , 0 Comments

Every time I let my thoughts roam,
I wince as it rakes your name,
So very gently, the music plays,
Silent tears slip on its wake...

It's hard not to remember,

The smile wide and bright,
Those little crinkles below your eyes,
Your head slanted to your right.

The short walks we took,

The short tunes we hummed,
Your voice music to my ears,
Passed quick as I feared.


Some say he’s half man half fish, others say he’s more of a seventy/thirty split. Either way he’s a fishy bastard. Google

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