Comments about norman ayres
When You'Re Gone
Sometimes when i sit here staring blankly at the floor,
i hope to see your lovely shape standing at my door.
i would take you in and hug you, hold you deep within my arm,
protecting you from your dark life, protecting you from harm.
i think about this even as i put flowers on your grave,
remorse is all that i feel now for your life i couldn't save.