Feel flaking leaves under foot,
they crumple, as I walk past the stones,
names, dates, all those those lost stories,
onward to their restful homes.
It reminds me of you.
The things we used to do.
The times we'd sit and put the world to rights,
during those late hours of night.
I'd reminisce about the time spent.
watching football on those cool nights.
I never told you how much those moments meant
or let you know that those memories were the highlights.
How can I cry any more tears?
When these eyes
don't seem to have stopped leaking.
In this house I’m tethered in place,
haunting the night, I fade with the day.
Shaded from view but always in the room,
I walk in the dark through this endless gloom.
It was so different before.
Now it's just a downpour.
I look back through the photos in my mind,
hoping for some comfort to find.
Words didn't always come easily,
In a way they would just sort of fall,
like some strange verbal rainstorm,
they rarely work at all,
they don't always make sense when they touch the ground.
I wish I had been able to write them down.
Instead of storing them in my head shaped box,
now lost in the clutter that builds up.
I hope you knew what you meant to us,
I wasn't always as obvious
as I should be its true.
Every time we went to the shops
I'd bring home some random movie for you.
I hope you got to enjoy the time,
that you had worked so hard for
because
I miss you more
every day
and
Sunshine sometimes turns grey
and rain washes my smile away.
Thanks for reading
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