Anniversary of a Death
You sit in your white leather chair.
The pale expression on your face
whispers 'farewell' and fades away.
Anniversary of a death.
And I think she still cries everyday,
three years and counting.
You're smiling at the horn solo.
I can see your gaze
as it shoots through my eyes.
poem by Adeline Morris
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