'Each time you've left <br />I've taken our son's colored chalk <br />And round your remembered steps <br />I've drawn outlines on the walk <br />And then watched them fade <br />From use or from rain. <br /> <br />'If your tour's extended again, <br />Don't tell me when you call or text <br />And I swear I'll not hear by other means, <br />I'd rather the extra days of hope <br />As enjoying them won't change the pain.'<br /><br />William L Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/each-time-you-ve-left/
