she dimmed the lights lit the candles took a bubble bath curled up in bed she is thinking of a plan for her man for love she wants him tonight looks in his eyes from a picture on the wall it's 8pm he gets home at 2am thinking of what she's gonna do standing at a mirror with a scarf drapped around her like satin sheet prancing around with a big smile wanting to call his work but its 9pm he'll be home soon lays back down closes her eyes get a little sleep for she can't tosses and turns and opens her eyes and sees her man standing beside her but its only 945 she's wondering why she grabs his hand for he doesn't move she gives him a hug and goes right through telephone rings she turns the other side of the room telephone rings she picks it up Hello ma'am is this Molly this is your husbands work there's been an accident he won't be comen home tonight he's right here she said turns around looks over her shoulder for which he has disappeared. he had fallen and broke his neck there was nothen we can do. frozen in place the phone drops and the candles burn out.
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
i hear of this type of thing happening shortly after a person passes that they visit or make a sign before moving on.
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rob
rob, macduff, niah and of course schawalski.
kickit.
if you need me too i will turn on the lights for you glad you like it thank you. kickit..