He’ll never Go

The apartment is dim

our voices echo,

from years we lived here

memories dwell.

Mama don’t cry

it breaks my heart

His presence is here

he’ll never go.


Let the years fall

touch his guitars,

children again;

our voices from far.

Hearing us still

memories near

he’ll never go.


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