I wrote this in memory of those who left us.
They come back in dreams
When you least expect them to,
When you're not prepared.
They come back with light steps,
And words softly muttered
By hesitant lips.
With food to share
And stories to tell,
They come back to leave you
Hungry for more.
They come back to say
They never meant to go.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
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