Missing Him Poem by tallulah montegue

Missing Him



I saw him walking down the street one Sunday
He looked fragile but sweet
His face looked as if he was in pain
My heart went out to him again and again

We saw each other while the street car was moving
Each going in the other direction
He called out to say hello
My darling old beaux
I waved back and tried to smile
I still loved him and miss him so

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