Museum Poem by Tony Berndtsson

I have lost the power to take your hand with mine
Rain falling down hard on guilty shoulders
I wish had someone at home waiting for me
The rain making the city blurry and my path almost invisible
Singing in my head about how I miss you
Broken trash cans hit me with my stubborn walking
I wish you had a proper reason to like who I am
I know I might not be in the museum
But I will stay in your heart.


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