Marcus Nalgaber Posted May 6, 2021 Share Posted May 6, 2021 Each morning she does the same When the morning comes I see your emptiness in the bed and with that image in my gaze I surrender to fantasy that you are you still in my life every day, every day I leave the TV on and put on the little table the sketchbooks that so much entertained you To fill the room with heat of voice and color and walk that space without feeling so much cold every day, every day Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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