I see your house,
But you're not there,
I think of you,
The times we shared,
Those golden days,
The life we had,
I miss you so,
It drives me mad,
To never see,
Your face again,
To talk to you,
I think of when,
We walked,
We spoke of memories,
You meant the world,
And more to me.
When my time comes,
I just can't wait,
I'll see your face,
Outside the gates.
That heavenly place,
We'll walk once more,
Until then,
I'll miss you so.
Jayne Louise Davies
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