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Norma Jean sat on the white crocheted comforter of the bed and looked across the room at the young man wearing a crisp new army uniform.  Moments of silence seemed to last for hours as her eyes took in every detail of his appearance. "I love you," she whispered. A hand lightly touched her shoulder, "I love you too." Norma touched the place where the hand had been before standing and walking to the antique wooded dresser where the picture was.  She picked up the old black and white photograph sitting in an ornate silver frame, and carefully touched the cool glass with her frail hand. "It's been so long since that day you left me, Tom… Almo

I see you there, as I always do Staring at the steam rising from The coffee cup you hold in your hand Your hat and coat are on As if you prepare to leave But one glove is off Your hand cradling the cup Holding the warmth it brings It is like this everyday You walk in Order a cup of coffee And sit at the same table Everyday I watch you From over my newspaper I watch As you drink your coffee My seat is close to yours But so far away Mere feet seem like miles from you You sit alone at your table With your legs crossed Content in your solitary surroundings You are always alone, sitting there How I long to sit next to you,