I drove past your house yesterday
Pumpkins, bare twigs; a chill in the breeze
Quite an unsettling shade of gray.
I paused before going on my way
To watch an oak tree shed its leaves
I drove past your house yesterday.
Squirrels scampering, hard at play
Leaping wildly from roof to tree
Quite an unsettling shade of gray.
You’ve left me with nothing to say.
You always do just what you please
I drove past your house yesterday.
What does it have, that strange chalet
That made you choose it over me?
Quite an unsettling shade of gray.
Perhaps I’ll catch a glimpse one day
Of you without him, O God please.
I drove past your house yesterday
Quite an unsettling shade of gray.
This is an excellent piece, Susan. I loved the end.
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Thank you, Ted. Much appreciated. No one commented on it so I thought maybe it sucked. So, thank you!
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