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Improv 2001 Walking home one winter’s day,
a voice calls from behind me.
I turn around,
yet no one is there.
A chill runs down my spine.
It’s your voice calling out to me.
You’ve been gone for years,
and I’ve felt so alone.
No one here to talk to anymore,
no one who understands me.
It was you who listened,
and understood.
Yet on this cold winter’s day,
you reminded me that I’m not alone.
Although you’re gone,
you’re still with me,
in spirit.
~*~ Jill ~*~
Beautiful piece and tribute. For me it would be about my mom and my best friend Elaine. I'm printing this to keep for my journal collection of pieces that really strike the heart.