House for saleA Poem by GrayThis morning, i viewed the walls bare of our pictures, and the floors empty of bed, dresser and night stands. i've never believed in life as separate chapters i only ruminate on moments and songs that were a part of them. Driving away for the last time, 'wish you were here' played on the car radio. i had to pull over, i could barely see the road through the tears. Random song? Not to me.
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