I’ll never hear your voice again
Perhaps that hurts the most
When I call, you won’t answer
That ‘hello’ is now a ghost
.
Who will ask what I had for dinner
And what friends I’ve seen that week?
Who will chat so excitedly
I’ve hardly room to speak?
.
I won’t see your smile again
That makes my heart ache
Now I’ll just dream of it
And I’ll cry when I wake
.
But I’ll always hold your memory close
And remember what you taught
You’re words are never further
Than the distance of a thought
About the Creator
Matthew Batham
My stories have been published in numerous magazines and on websites in both the UK and the US. My novels and short story collection, Terrifying Tales to Read on a Dark Night, are available on Amazon. I also love horror movies.
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