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When The Past Is No More

By Wendy Shepard-Kalan

The cold wraps around her small frame
A shiver a sneeze
She can't remember his name
He extends his hand out with a soft please
I have to go home she cries
She walks to the door
He just sighs
won't you give me a moment more
She's sorry he's so alone
But she thinks I have to go home
He brings her tea and they sit
Over her lap a blanket
His eyes are so green
She just may know
Something she's seen
She needs to go.
Photographs of people who are they
She saw she was there
On a different day
She seemed to care
As the night grew long
She fell asleep
In her head a song
Hers to keep
Will the morning bring a memory
Will she remember me...
When the past is no more
Then steps to the front door
Where would she go
She doesn't know...

2011 Wendy Shepard-Kalan

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