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After the Cancer
wily

Sometimes I hear you call to me, within the morning rain,
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or the sound of your soft footsteps, faint echoes from the stairs.
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And when I find reflections in my coffee cup again,
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I can’t bring myself to turn and see that you’re not there.
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Hard not to look at pictures, they hang on every wall;
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wouldn’t help to take them down, so for now I’ll leave them here
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as framed reminders that we ever happened at all.
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Some nights I stay up drinking, past putting our love to bed;
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I might imagine a ring, and rush to pick up the phone
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just to hear the static hush of nothing more to be said—
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no words of the past or where our future has gone.
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I even hope a wrong number is you trying to call;
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guess I can’t quite get used to nights awake and alone,
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sitting here wondering if we ever happened at all.
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You’d say it’s about time to put this bottle back on its shelf,
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because I’ve got some things to do.  And I’m sure that you would
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wink and remind me to start getting over myself;
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and for sure you’d be right, I know that I should
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get on living without you by small steps or a crawl.
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For the sake of our children, you’d have stayed if you could;
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they’re the beautiful proof: we really happened after all.
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8 Mar 07

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lonelylonelylonely

hokay, check this out (hopefully a few other writers read this):

L20 For the sake of our children, you'd of stayed if you could;

you'd of stayed

you'd of stayed

you
had
of
stayed?

you would
OF
stayed?

(this drives me freakin' nuts)

YOU WOULD HAVE STAYED

YOU'D HAVE STAYED

byebye
 — chuckles

"you'd have stayed" it is.  Thanks chuckles.
 — unknown

welcome.
sorry 'bout my
excitability
10 hours to the BIG GAME
bit of morning adrenaline
i
think...
 — chuckles

Oh.  My.  Word.

I think this is breathtakingly beautiful.  It was like a song in my mind and beyond, or maybe a lament..  Moving and captivating.  Thank you.
 — CervusWright

Oh, one thing..  Line 15 - 'day' or 'say'?
 — CervusWright

I really like excitability in a critique, chuckles.

Thank you, Cervus, for your words and the heads-up on "say".  Spell check doesn't help with that kind of mistake.  I did have a song in mind when I wrote this, but I think the rhymes may be too far apart to be noticed if this were put to music.  I don't know though--not a musician.
 — unknown

Oh, rats, the sadness hit me right between the ribs, straight to the heart.

so sad, so lonely, so mournful
 — Isabelle5

Me too.
 — unknown

A wonderful poem.
 — unknown

Thanks.
 — unknown

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