The walls are walls
Without your laughter
My bed is a pen
Without your warmth
Without your hand
The tram is a rattle
Without your tongue
My food is bland
(And cold and tasteless)
Without your mirror
I am faceless
Without my children
I'm no longer a man.
1/07/2016 – RIP Reverend John Peck who died today.
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