The way the music stops
. When you walk into the room
Fuggedaboutit.
The ray of hope you shine
. From your corner of the world
Fuggedaboutit.
The Nay! that you erase
. The doors you open
Fuggedaboutit.
The gray you dispel
. With just a smile
Fuggedaboutit.
The May flower that blooms
. From your April shower
Fuggedaboutit.
The hay you make
. When sun is shining
Fuggedaboutit.
The day you left my heart
. And all the feeling stopped
Fuggedaboutit.
The pray that you inspired
. Just to call you home
Fuggedaboutit.
The 'Yay!' that rose up
. When you returned
Fuggedaboutit.
The say you have
. Though we rarely speak . .
Fuggedaboutit.
March 19, 2010

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