A reminder

by Alma   Apr 5, 2007


When I think about
the next time
I call home I won't
hear your voice
the next time
I come to visit
I won't see you,
Your weeping face
is inprinted
in my mind
reminding me
that your not
here anymore

*R.I.P Marta Cerna- I love you with all my heart

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