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The pour of memories in my head, The folded sheets in the empty beds, The vacant chairs in the darkened room, The suddenly shadowed, looming moon The sound of chatter, that is now drowned, The lost conversations, that were once found The saddened look of everyone's faces, The coldness of those once warm places The remains of laughter, not long ago heard, The echoed song of the one lone bird The blackened look in my eyes, The bitter sound of those unheard cries The family van now holds one, The huge gray clouds now hide the sun The ever growing hole in my heart, The unfair reasons that keep us apart. ~ |