At the end of the road, you turn around feeling lonely,
Unfamiliar people & places except those you have in memory,
You whispered "Ino longer belong here,how i wish you by my side..soon my love, soon will be"
No one understands your tears..you are a stranger in the present as how they are to your past
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This poem was written 6 months after my father-in-law passed away. I wrote it for my mother-in-law who at that time was in deep sorrow. I let her cry; she has lost a loving husband of 42 years..crying may be therapeutic.
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