it’s quiet and empty without you here
and the wind moves
through the trees swaying
leaves
and the Saturday paper
lies on the
driveway
and the sun shines
through the clouds
sometimes
and the garden hose
curves through the
grass
and the clover patches
on the lawn grow
taller
and its quiet and empty without you here
and I try to
keep busy with this and
that
and the cat meows
he needs to be
fed
and the tv blares
on and on about
Trump
and the guitar sits
silent in the
corner
and it’s quiet and empty without you here
and I think about your
heavy heart as you say
goodbye
and I wish I could be with you to help you
walk this path one step at a
time
and it’s so hard
to write down this
love
and it’s quiet and empty without you here
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