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WHEN SHE’S NOT THERE

A beautiful reflection!

keithgarrettpoetry


When she’s not there i sit quietly alone in my chair,

A drink in my hand, roaming around my home.

Turn the t.v. on, nothin’ much to watch,

Open the refrigerator door, stare a little more.

Dishes in the sink, wash em’ while i think,

Go n’ take a shower, soap and a little water.

When she’s not there, i think i can hear her everywhere,

Talkin’  on the phone, singin’ a country song.

Whistlin’ for the birds, sayin’  a bunch of words,

When she’s not there, I work in the yard,

I sometimes look around, she’s nowhere to be found.

I put the laundry in, the sun is slowly goin’ down,

She usually makes me a drink, my woman’s nowhere around.

It’s gettin’ kind of late, no dinner on the stove,

I don’t appreciate when she is not at home.

When it’s time for bed, when she’s not…

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