You made a promise but could not keep it
Never leave me I implored yet you did
Now here all alone am I as I sit
I knew the secret that you thought you hid
Smiling while lying that all was so well
Day by day I saw that you were in pain
You should have realized that I could tell
Still don't leave me I begged again and again
Canceled appointments skipped medication
Pulling away from a touch hug or kiss
No longer praying nor meditation
Truly your presence I really do miss
You were preparing for the long goodbye
Choosing to leave me here wondering why
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Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is a widow who enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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