Echo's Of The Past Comments

Is it just that love we miss, or the fact that your no longer here. That silent space that you once owned, is still the same now on it's own, easy comfort grew through the years. Is not the same without you here. Papers read like before, with out your comments on all you saw. Tea now brewed in it's pot, maybe just one thing forgot, fine china now put away, pour it in one mug today.

Lunch time's here again, fresh bread awaits that kitchen knife, door step start to arrive, a few to many for my eyes. Will I ever realise, this how it use to be. Time to turn that t.v on, channel hopping once again, nothing feels quite the same, lets leave it on all the same, it's nice to hear a voice again, the sound can drowned this silence out.
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