THE GRASPING GAME
Where did you go
You were here
Now nowhere
Come on
I hear you
Or do I hear
Your old voice
Do I see
Your face
Or is my
Memories over-drive
Come back I say
Turn and
Look at me
Don’t play games
I see you
Walking to
Your room
You can’t fool me
I see you
Standing there
Tears fall
Down my cheeks
As I reach
Out for you
And feel ice.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
07.17.2014
Who I am 
He’s definitely around. 😉
{Hugs}
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I don’t notice it very often but sometimes I swear there are noises here that were made when he was here. Hugs RoSy
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Do you feel cold, Terry?
Yoshiko
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Sometimes
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Please wear thicker clothes
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ok
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