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Chance Meeting
I was checking for some roses when I saw his wife
She's a dear one and I love her like my own.
Hadn't seen him since mid February, and got a hug.
I'm so proud of him, but I wish he'd visit home.
I don't place the blame cause I know that he lived there too
And our homelife was a dark and dreary thing,
But I love him and I want to see him more than I do,
And this ignoring that I'm here makes my heart sting.
Son, could you come to see me every now and then?
I'm writing this cause I'll never SAY the words.
I know that there's bad memories lying here for you
But never being with you really hurts.
I really like how when you write on a dreary past, it is just a brief mention... I am a dweller, and think too long and hard on such things-- this piece shows, that even in your sadness and hurt, you still manage to maintain a positive feel(writing it out, but not saying it to him, being understanding) I applaud you...