Your Hat is Still Hanging on the Wall
Your Hat is Still Hanging on the Wall
Your hat is still hanging on the wall in the hall
It’s there where you left it ready on call
A little bit higher than the rest of our gear
When your hat was in place we all knew you were near
If I should remove it there would be a big hole
Like the one when you passed that’s so icy cold
I can’t seem to shake it that feeling remains
They say in some time I’ll get back in the game
So it will remain hanging where it belongs
Each time that I pass it I’ll think nothing’s wrong
I’ll recall as we gathered our coats and our hats
To walk from our home for this and for that
There are so many moments that began at that spot
So many times we said; “Forget me not!”
Why was the love of my life taken in a flash
I’d trade one more moment for all of my cash
For life has its partners that wear their hats well
The love of my life I’ll continue to tell
I’ll keep every dream and every moment we spent
I’ll never believe looking back they were lent
I thought we would live forever in love
As that picture we bought of two loving Doves
There’s one hook still empty I’ve left on the wall
For family and friends and strangers all
As they leave I’ll look up and always recall
Your hat that’s still hanging there on the wall.
— WOLRAD(A poem from the Wolrad collection #5)
