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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Standing in front of
[time] => 2003-01-23 13:20:00
[hometext] => my worst nightmare was to die a lonely forgotten man...for a taste of adventure i wondered what it would be like to lose your soul mate...to lay them beneath the dirt. So here it is...my dip into the future
[bodytext] => I walked up to the door that night
Knocked just once or twice Heard steps tapping on the wooden floor Smelt dinner simmering with herbs and spice So weird to be standing here My key doesn’t work here anymore Instead of walking inside to my wife I glare at the wooden door I can hear the steps come closer They stop at the minute peep hole Feel her gaze against my own Ripping into my saddened soul Through the door I hear the tears Drop from her dark brown eyes I pray that with each dropping one She in some way forgets my lies Click went the metal clasp My heart skipped two beats Slowly creaked open the door I could only stand to look at my feet We must had been in sync of mind She was looking down as I looked up Her coffee steamed in the air As it spewed from the ceramic cup I clamped on to my courage And let out a steady sigh She dropped her cup full of java Panted a “just let me say goodbye” Before she had the chance to close I put my foot inside Regretfully she backed away As if her strength inside died The hate in her eyes hurt Hurt so bad to see no love This situation was to much to handle Thorns so sharp they cut leather gloves I did only what I knew Dropped to my knees and wept Told her I missed her so Since she left I hadn’t slept In front of her standing there I prayed to God above That if he wasn’t to busy Could he some how rebuild our love She called me a dumb little boy Told me to get off the floor Said that her heart wasn’t broken Just bruised and a little sore I rose to my feet quickly Embraced her in my loving arms Told her id giver her all her dreams The white house on the open farm This night was’o so long ago When we were both young at heart Thank God I was man enough To make sure this life did start 50 years later I hold her hand as the Lord takes her away never in my worst nightmares did I ever see this day in front of her laying there I pleaded with God above She said little boy get on your feet You’ll forever have my love… [comments] => 4 [counter] => 239 [topic] => 31 [informant] => That-one-guy-nick [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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