A Little Bit Of You - Poem by David Harris
The storm clouds gather
in the sky above
and your leaving has caused me pain
knowing I’ll not hear again
you calling my name,
but when you left
you didn’t realize
you left a little bit of you behind.
You left a little bit of you
in this poor heart of mine,
a little bit of you
in every room that I enter,
a little bit of you that haunts me
where ever I go.
You left a little bit of you in me.
The streets I walk are bare,
there is no one there.
Our house is empty shell,
a place where love used to dwell.
Your perfume lingers
in every room
I venture into;
you left a little bit of you everywhere.
23 May 1988
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