My old Mountain

As I opened the cabin door, the sun is coming up once more. The path is long and winds around the old mountain that his mom home. It’s another day without you here it’s another morning another tears 

I reached from my hat on the old hat rack, pick up my walking stick and call for old Zack. He and I will walk the path again down to the river where my tears won’t end. The path that you and I walked every morning to fish and play then swim on the hot summer days. Then lay on the cool mossy bank till evening took hold and the night covered us like a loving blanket.

Back up to path, drained from tears my heart is heavy Zack by my side the memories are fresh, days are short, but the nights are even longer. My heart is heavy my soul hollow my body cold and the love is gone. 

This old mountain hold the keys to my life and fixing me. If only he could speak and tell me what I did wrong and how to start again. But this will not be my end. 

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