Gordy

 

           

                      Gordy

Sometimes
 when I put my feet up
   I feel it.
     Sometimes
       when I open the back door
          I know.
            Sometimes
              when I get home from work.
                 Sometimes
                    when I leave to go.

Sometimes
  when I sit
    where you always sat.
      Sometimes
        when I walk
           past your favorite mat.

              I don’t always think of you.
                Sometimes
                   I still do.

Gordy

 

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