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Ridgeway
Stop next time you drive past that house
the one where someone you know lives,
could be the last time you drive by and they are there,
alive, and waiting for you, to just stop this once
say hello, perhaps a hug and then carry on,
it's actually easier than driving by
sometimes that guilt of all the times you kept going
and never stopped catches up to you,
and you find yourself in front of an empty house
where someone you knew lived, way before they died
all those times you just kept on going, thinking tomorrow
and tomorrow was to late, no more hellos,
only a very silent goodbye.
the one where someone you know lives,
could be the last time you drive by and they are there,
alive, and waiting for you, to just stop this once
say hello, perhaps a hug and then carry on,
it's actually easier than driving by
sometimes that guilt of all the times you kept going
and never stopped catches up to you,
and you find yourself in front of an empty house
where someone you knew lived, way before they died
all those times you just kept on going, thinking tomorrow
and tomorrow was to late, no more hellos,
only a very silent goodbye.
Published 5th Mar 2014
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5th Mar 2014 2:53am
5th Mar 2014 5:39am
Anonymous
5th Mar 2014 5:08pm
Sad truth. Nailed it, Nikki.
5th Mar 2014 11:46pm
Heart found here Nikki....and such timing!!!
I DO believe I was meant to read this today!!!
Thank You always for the gifts You bring to DU Chick-A-Rock on!!!
I DO believe I was meant to read this today!!!
Thank You always for the gifts You bring to DU Chick-A-Rock on!!!
6th Mar 2014 3:44am
Moving. Had a talk with my son after an argument. I said you never know what day will be your last. I didn't want his last thought of me to be "I hate you", if something were to happen. Great ink!
7th Mar 2014 2:52am
Anonymous
7th Mar 2014 8:40pm
Sorrow felt in between your words, an empty echo....
24th Mar 2014 00:53am
Every day I remind myself "Today could be my last.", and so I call a few people I haven't spoken to in awhile, reaching out for different names each day. But some get skipped. And fecedia... you're right, everyday could be THEIR last as well. ANY of ém. This'll change my meditations. Thank you, comrade Nikki.
6th Apr 2014 8:52am
Beautiful reminder that a text symbol of a smile can't take the place of seeing it in person.
