I go to a place
Where I stand alone
Where once was a patch of dirt
Now your name is etched in stone
I say hello
I say hello
I love you
I miss you
And wish you were here
My conversation sounds hollow
As I get down on my knees
There is only silence
But for the whisper of a breeze
I blow you a kiss
I miss you
And wish you were here
My conversation sounds hollow
As I get down on my knees
There is only silence
But for the whisper of a breeze
I blow you a kiss
Before I say good-bye
And I want you to know
Once more
I love you
I miss you
And wish you were here
(c) Anita M. Ashworth 2009
(c) Anita M. Ashworth 2009
2 comments:
Anita, did you write this touching piece? If so, put the c (for copyright)symbol below the piece along with your full name and year. So touching.
Thanks, Sheryl. I wrote it last year.
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