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The footsteps still echos
A curiosity grows
When will stop it,
They hauled you away
Yet some nights
I am at home
Anticipating a drunken voice
Avoiding another punch
Running down the foray
Of that apartment complex
Then I wake up in bed
On the cool side with no snoring
I make my breakfast
And I wonder when does it stop?
They hauled you off a year ago
Yet I still wake up in a cold sweat
I am waiting for the memory to leave me
It seems to come back for me
Like an imaginary friend
Who is lonely
About the Creator
Lisa Pulliam
I love making fun of my emotions, feelings, and thoughts in short form writing such as songs and illustrations. I would like to write longer and more explorative pieces for others to read.



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