Stephen S. Yeandle

New York, NY
Stephen S. Yeandle
New York, NY
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Separated

Her memory spreads out before me like her body once did,
the echo of passion resounds in my head.
The room is now empty silent and still,
will the images fade and leave nothing to tell.
Methadone slumber does little to help,
she was all that I breathed and all that I smelled.
I wore the life that she wore,
we walked the same steps,
and spoke the same thoughts
time and again.
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Pia Andersson 30 July 2006
How clearly you express your grief in this poem...its almost painfull to reaid it..excellent work -Pia
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Dee Daffodil 03 July 2006
Beautiful poem...well written. Sad for you...but maybe this too has passed? Hugs, Dee
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Patricia Gale 03 July 2006
Pulling upon my heart strings with this read. Sad, but yet wonderful.
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