The Show Poem by Sam Pendlebury
The Show
His head no longer on her pillow
Her head no longer on his chest
Quiet is the sound of her heart for him
He lays alone in the dark,
And replays his time with her, moment by moment
Pause, rewind, play over and over
The show continues in his mind
Powered by his love for her
Still burning to this day
This never ending show, plays every night
With a matinee on Sunday
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