She slowly released the clutch
She sat there
Eyes straight ahead
She longed to feel his touch
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One more time
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She hesitated
She had waited
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For so long
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Her eyes search the rear view mirror
He was no longer there
Unaware
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He left a long time ago
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She released the clutch
Slowly driving away
Accepting sadly
She would no longer feel his touch
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Janette Bendle 2019
I have reached my fabulous 50s. Guess what, it’s okay. 20 years in the health and wellness industry. Educating men and women on the importance of nourishing their bodies with good food, moving with integrity, recharging their energy levels and empowering their minds. I love my job. A mother of two boys who are now men and my greatest achievement. A lover of words, an aspiring author with a book written and no idea where to go next, a poet who writes from the heart and her vulnerability. A foodie who loves to experiment, a salad lover , But not just your Every day salad, I throw in anything you can think of it ends up in my salad. I have a reputation for making the greatest weirdest salads around. As a total contradiction, I have a ridiculous sweet tooth. I rescue abandoned souls in the bodies of dogs, an animal lover, Who sometimes likes animals more than humans. My teacher in life, my mother never ceases to amaze me. I am one fortunate human being who is filled with gratitude for the life she lives. View more posts
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A powerful poem, Oh how the missing reflect in our souls.
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Very true Ivor. ❤️ I hope you are well and fully recovered.
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My recovery is going well, thanks Janette
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