Laying Here - Poem by Katrina Lusk
Laying here with his shirt on.
Replaying each word he said,
over and over in my head.
'Good night my beautiful angel, I love you.'
Maybe it's just to hear his voice.
If he were here,
that would be my choice.
But for now I will close my eyes,
hoping that I don't hear my own heart's cries.
Just go to bed,
without a heart filled of lead.
Picturing him near,
so not to shed a tear.
Good night my love,
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