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Location: Charlottesville, Virginia, United States

Friday, July 26, 2002

THATS ME WITHOUT YOU

A night with no moonlight;
A day with no sun;
A plane with no pilot;
A watch that won't run;
A tree with no branches;
A rose with no petals;
A boy with no sweetheart;
That's me without you.

A train with no whistle;
A car with no gas;
A well with no water;
A love with no future;
A sky with no blue;
A boy withno sweetheart;
That's me without you.

A bank with no money;
A top that won't spin;
A book with no story;
A love I can't win;
A chair with no bottom;
A rig with no crew;
A song with no music;
That's me without you.

A court with no jury;
A church with no pew;
A boy with no sweetheart;
That's me without you.


This poem was written by my grandfather long ago to my grandmother. He was in the Navy and this was written to her when they were apart. They divorced in the 60's and he died 17 years ago. I found this poem in his things when I went through some his stuff a few years ago. I was surprised to find this because as it happens, poetry seems to run in our family.....from my grandfather, to my father, and I started while I was High School.
I'm sharing this with who ever is reading this because it does hold special meaning. I'm the boy with no sweetheart.....I am not whole. It's a Friday night and I am home. I was just feeling a bit lonely and meloncholy tonight. I hope others are whole!

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