check the silent falling sunrise
alone and gentle breathing can't be easy
it matters to something I believe I should do
now our lives are precious
this emptiness will hurt like drowning
go crazy and walk away fading
no more persuading will make emotion
when you walk the world keeps turning
the hours are more time
and I know I need drowning
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 537
What Will I Say When You’re Gone?
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.