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Poetry News Post #495

`Today`

Written by: Beautiful Guardian, Ostara Endelor, Silver Light
Date: Wednesday, January 3rd, 2001
Addressed to: Everyone


Today I walked home
Under a sky so blue
Unlocked the door, stepped into the house
And tried not to think of you
I changed my clothes
Turned on the TV
And tried not to realize
There was only me
I went about my work
Pretended everything was okay
And that was why
I felt so normal today
I got through the day
Without even saying your name
But suddenly everything unraveled
As the night slowly came
The bed was so cold
So empty and bare
It seemed so big and unforgiving
Without you there
In my dreams I saw
You came and took my hand
And you held me in that way
The way that only you can
And like so many times
I woke up to turn to you
But this time you weren't there
And that's when I saw the truth
I tried not to think of you
I tried not to cry
But now all I can do
Is ask God why
You would have been proud
I really did try.


Penned by my hand on the 24th of Phaestian, in the year 266 AF.


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Poetry News Post #495

`Today`

Written by: Beautiful Guardian, Ostara Endelor, Silver Light
Date: Wednesday, January 3rd, 2001
Addressed to: Everyone


Today I walked home
Under a sky so blue
Unlocked the door, stepped into the house
And tried not to think of you
I changed my clothes
Turned on the TV
And tried not to realize
There was only me
I went about my work
Pretended everything was okay
And that was why
I felt so normal today
I got through the day
Without even saying your name
But suddenly everything unraveled
As the night slowly came
The bed was so cold
So empty and bare
It seemed so big and unforgiving
Without you there
In my dreams I saw
You came and took my hand
And you held me in that way
The way that only you can
And like so many times
I woke up to turn to you
But this time you weren't there
And that's when I saw the truth
I tried not to think of you
I tried not to cry
But now all I can do
Is ask God why
You would have been proud
I really did try.


Penned by my hand on the 24th of Phaestian, in the year 266 AF.


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