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I listen at the door to the stones on the walkway
Will he ever come back? I ask myself and pray
Is he gone forever or just for a while?
Is he finding happiness or walking a lonely mile?
His voice resonates in my brain
As I listen down the lane
Are those his feet upon the ground?
Has he decided to come around?
I wish he would phone or e-mail
Just something to let me know
That he is alright and misses me
And I can finally let him go
Oh, I miss him, I miss him so.
Poet: Mike Weddell |..............| Photographer: Jack Van der Star
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