The AftermathA Poem by Shon HarvisI miss the way you’d call me Every day at six I could count on hearing from you To get my daily fix
The way we talked and laughed Making jokes about your hair Even fighting like husband and wife WE were always there
I miss the way you’d look at me From the other side of the room Knowing only what we could know Being your office groom
The tender little touches On your hand before I’d go To see your smiling face That would always let me know
You felt the way I felt The energy was the same Sometimes overwhelming Sometimes hard to tame
I miss the way you walked Smiling down the hall Like a queen inside her palace Gazed upon by all
I miss the conversations About writing out our lives The next time we’d see each other Feeling the butterflies
I guess this should be expected Tough choices have been made In the hopes that over time Our feelings will somehow fade © 2014 Shon HarvisReviews
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4 Reviews Added on December 3, 2014 Last Updated on December 4, 2014 AuthorShon HarvisOldsmar, FLAboutI have been writing since I was a little boy. People have always told me to start sharing my work. So I am here. I hope you enjoy. more..Writing
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