Behind dark windows In my minds lonely eye I still see your chair there Where you sat for so long Where I would see you When I went walking by Habit still draws my eye Even though you’re not there You’re in some other room Sitting in some other chair Like you always did here As I continue on as always I wonder if you still look Out your window to see If I’m out there walking by Like I still look for you
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After my husband died I still would turn towards his side of the bed to share something.
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