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You Are Gone
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You Are Gone |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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You Are Gone Every time I come to town, I make a point to pass, The place where I first met you, And where I saw you last. And a hundred other places- Burned into my memory, Each one of them a legacy, Of when you belonged to me. I'll walk along the River Walk- And think of "way back when"- We'd stroll it with your hand in mine. Sweet hours there we'd spend. We'd walk around the Alamo, Quite captured by it's spell... That's one place that I seldom go- I guess it's just as well. We'd drive down to South Padre- And we'd frolic in the sand. We'd swim out to the channel, Then tread water holding hands. I think of all the plans we made, For when our ship came in... I guess the sucker must have sunk- Sometime twixt now and then. Sometimes I dream, it almost seems To me, you haven't gone- Then I awake, and have to face- The fact that I'm alone. |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Then I awake, and have to face- The fact that I'm alone. Then I read, and have to admit I know just how you feel. |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
This speaks volumes to me. I know the feeling well. I'm going to be in England next week and I will be walking in the same places where my long lost love and I used to walk, and reflecting in the memories there. I can SO relate to your piece. Memories, memories, so tormenting, but at least we have them. For when the memories hurt, that means that we were lucky enough to have been deeply in love with someone, however long it may have lasted. If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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