A Robins Visit

I see you on the windowsill, I see your eyes so clear,
You stand there never looking in, never showing fear.
I know your here to comfort me, you never stay too long.
To think of you and miss you so, tell me is this wrong
I see you there, I know your there, you never left my side
you'll come to me and state your say, and never ever hide,
Your moving now your coming close, just open up your heart,
I knew you never left me here, we'll never be apart.
Why won't you say you'll be with me, You need to say right now
When I was young you promised me, you made a solemn vow
You held me tight, protected me and said you'd never go,
You told me you'd be there for me when I was feeling low.
I'm standing here, still waiting for a sign to show me why,
You left me at this early stage, and never said goodbye.
These pieces are too heavy, I will never pick them up,
I'm sorry, just the other day I smashed your favourite cup.
You can come back, I know you can, I feel you here today
You can come back, you were so strong, I know you'll find a way.
I won't me mad, won't say a word for why you left so soon
The Spring is nearly over now. You'll be in time for June.
Make me feel alive again, need strength to carry on.
I'm feeling very lonely here, my everything has gone.
I dare to move and startle you, I dare to shed a tear.
You stand there never looking in, I wonder if you care.
The other day I spoke to you, I thought that you were here
I felt so sick, I felt so sad, I needed you to care
I thought that I could go to you and maybe end it all
Just then I turned to close the door and saw you on a wall.
I know you'd never leave me, if you really had the choice,
an angel was required with the rolling of a dice.
Tell me you will call again, that you'll be back this way
Tell me you will call again and maybe this time stay.

-Chris Quinlan Irish Artist Source: Poetry

A Robins Visit

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