The Unforgotten©

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Death, is that you knocking at my door, hiding in the darkness?

Maybe it’s you guilt, for all the things I promised but still have yet to do.

Oh no, I think it’s Mr. Impatience for all the times I left him waiting while I made sure every hair was in place.

It’s likely just my ego getting the best of me again.

or it’s my heart breaking yet again as I stair at the wall where your picture once was. Too scared to hang another fearing your ghost would send it crashing to the floor.

Nah, it’s just loneliness creeping in because I’ve come to realize that no one else can ever take your place.

The Unforgotten©

Copyright© 2019

By Felina Silver Robinson

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