Chloe Come Home
embers burning, days of toiling
all pardons are passed to judge
silence ponders our place of rest
all bearers pass the grudge
widowers walk contemplating “together”
silencing their fair faint whisper
tears taunt a morsel of a memory,
I can tell how much you miss her
beyond the cries of those who ache
still missing and misusing guilt
mother tried to pen her feelings
though affections ink’s been spilt
this love frail hampered heart
beckons beyond it’s breast bone
father’s lost amid the final wasteland,
now I am alone, Chloe come home!
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