I keep going back to the place where we first met
Guess I’m hoping that I’ll met you again
Strangers all I see instead
And they’re nothing like you
Sometimes, I sit there and wait all night
Our friends and family get concerned
But I tell them that I’m all right
I’m just waiting for an answer
Why should I go home when you’re not there?
Can somebody answer me?
Why should I go home if you’re not there?
I try so hard to go inside
But I can’t
Cause I know you won’t be there
For my life to have any worth
I really need you to be here
J.W.Hankins
Such a sad but romantic poem.
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I agree. Losing a spouse, or any loved one for that matter, is heart breaking. Watching some one come to grips with it can be even more heart breaking.
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❤
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