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Depressing day, with my colours faded.
Solitary and alone, my life is jaded.
Time to dream, of days gone past.
Wishing so hard, those days would last.
This deafening silence, to listen alone.
To dream of the days. you were at home.
To remember your smile, and all your charm.
Wishing so hard, now where is the harm?Alone with my thoughts, my life is empty.
Remembering those days, when smiles were plenty.
To remember your laugh, and feel you breathe.
Such was the joy, you gave to "This Steve".
To repeat this experience, I must find a way.
For without this love, tis I who pay.
All the actions and words, that I might say.
Will not diminish this, my "bloody" Sunday.
Steve … Aka … "The Old Sea Dog" … 1999 … ©