Body and Soul
Vacant bedroom
Empty cup of tea
Lingering perfume
Bowl of potpourri
Music box on the bed
Photographs and memories
Old cards and letters reread
Life's methodologies
An open hope chest
Made from a cedar tree
Nothing to suggest
Where she can be
Bright summer night
Don't have a clue
Hope she is all right
Where did she go to
Hear her now
She took a stroll
Missed my frau
Body and soul
poem by Charles Hancock
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