Phil Walder Poems

We know it was hard to understand
Why we weren't there to hold your hand
To comfort you when we had to part
But you knew we held you in our hearts
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If you're hearing this, I must have gone
Not out to lunch, or having fun
Not sitting laughing with my friends
No, this is where my story ends
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Making connections requires precision
From timetable data you make your decision
Leaving at one you can be there by three
And returning at four you'll be back home for tea
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No more shall I wake to your touch
Feel your breath on my face as we kiss
Hear your voice as you call out my name
There is so much of you I shall miss
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