A poem i wrote

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The room is still the the same Your picture in the frame Upon the desk it sits Everything is in its place yet there's a feeling of an empty space The dog waits for you at the door Does it know your not coming back anymore? upon the table and empty plate in front of an empty chair A few hours ago you were sitting there the look upon your face, the phone in your hand you said you had to go,Please understand The cat jumps to look out the window from the floor Does it know your not coming back anymore? in their bed the children lay sleeping they was not disturbed by my weeping How do you tell the little ones you adore their daddy's not coming back anymore I smelled the smoke from the house burning on the block I noticed the time on the clock he had to move quickly to save the boy and the house the fire would destroy In My heart I knew he wasn't coming back anymore he became the hero he had prepared himself for The volunteer fire fighter who inspired this writer wears a metal of honor upon his chest as they lay his body to rest