Footsteps in the Night

February 12, 2011
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Footsteps in the night,
creaks and moans of the hallways.
It all reminds me of him.

Footsteps in the night,
is what I hear now,
not his voice wishing me to sleep tight.

He told me he loved me,
on Monday night,
I wish I can tell him now,
how much I love him,
but I’ve got to wait,
till my footsteps echo no more.

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