Alone

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Life feels so out of step,
I woke up, one morning, far too late.
I wonder if you've been here,
for the pillow still smells of you.

Dreams disappear and reality blinds me.
I feel I stalled the day you chose to go your way.
My world has turned around, the colours all washed out,
the bed so empty since you spread your wings and flew.

If it's not going to be,
Why does it feel so wrong when you're not here?
Beautiful memories so worse when you're not here.
Where are you?
My door is ajar,
if you come home.




Adapted from a song by Joey Moe

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About Forestwoodfolkart

Scandinavian culture, literature and traditions are close to my heart, even though I am Australian. I have Scandinavian, Frisian and Prussian/Silesian ancestry and for that reason, I feel a connection with that part of the world. I am an avid Nordic Crime fiction reader, and enjoy photography, writing and a variety of cooking and crafts, and traditional decorative art forms. Politically aware and egalitarian by nature, I have a strong environmental bent.
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4 Responses to Alone

  1. Mel & Suan says:

    Suan: when Mel is away for business, I turn to his pillow for comfort

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