Charles Hancock

Body And Soul - Poem by Charles Hancock

Vacant bedroom
Empty cup of tea
Lingering perfume
Bowl of potpourri

Music box on the bed
Photographs and memories
Old cards and letters reread
Life's methodologies

An open hope chest
Made from a cedar tree
Nothing to suggest
Where she can be

Bright summer night
Don't have a clue
Hope she is all right
Where did she go to

Hear her now
She took a stroll
Missed my frau
Body and soul

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 7, 2012

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