Bags packed,
a light
through a misty window.
A face
pressed
tear stained.
I walked up
looked inside
a fire
warmth
a family.
Our lips pressed
cold-glass
her eyes said no.
I turned head down
floated away
among the moon shadows.
Walked a mile
my face cracked
a childs face
a candy given
a smile.
I'll forever miss her.
Robert A. Jones
RAJ
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-01-31 10:43:27
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