The tear in my eye spills down on my cheek
I remember the dear one and it's so bleak
The face that appears but isn't around
Your voice as I will never hear its lost sound
Your footfalls on the stairs will no longer be there
But the passing of time won't diminish that I still care
Time is a thief for what it brutally takes from us all
When we are left to pick up the pieces of God's call.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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