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The words "I love you"
slips from lips, pale,
as she sits all alone
in a mental jail.

As a writer of words,
a singular dread
is having song lyrics
stuck in my head.

I realize all the words
aren't correct or right,
but in my head, they
continue all night.

"Tell me something good
in this cold, cruel World.
Help me to understand,
love of a boy and girl.

Don't run away from me,
my love is here to stay.
Keep me close to you,
please don't push me away."

I know you are afraid
of losing our love
and I will pray, as I
ask for help from above.

I am up against
the wall of life,
as I worry now,
about my wife.
My loved one
asks me to stay
with her at night
and not go away.
Words rip my Soul
tear my chest,
my heart aches,
and is not at rest.

Bright was the light,
dim was the scene,
when the end of sanity,
overtook the grand dream.

Long will I wander,
alone in the World,
as I search for my love,
amongst a heartache of swirl.

It was a great life,
now over in a flash,
as my mental partner's
memory turned to ash.

Do you love me,
as you said you did?
Is this a joke
used to rid
me of hope from you
of love in
a life askew?

Depression, my old friend.
I can see,
you have come back,
just for me.

Leave me be,
I cannot see,
My love's smiling
At myself, me.

Eating at night,
so late in the day,
cannot be healthy
but it is my way.

I visit my wife,
and help her to bed.
I come home,
there's no one here.

Eating alone,
is what I do.
Something light
will always be,
my food of choice
as I think of thee.

I choose not to write
words, joyless and bare,
for I have nothing
in the memory vault,
at least I surmise,
from my empty soul.

When
I try
to say
goodbye,
my heart
tells my
eyes to
fill with
tears.

A shadow, dark, lays over me.
New feelings of what will be.
My love is strong for thee,
as eyes open and I see,
what our life now will be.

The home is not a place,
in which I dwell.
Only lost memories,
with no one to tell,
about the love
which lived here,
not long ago.
The love of another,
is better than nails,
to hold a home together,
something I can no longer do.
All of life's possessions,
mean so little to me.
They are the memories,
forgotten. Now gone
and will soon go away,
lost from the mind
of she, who brought love
to this place of emptiness,
once was our home.