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So grand yesterday,
something new.
Having lunch
alone, with you.

Am I, starved for love
or just affection?
Is it my EGO now,
which wants attention?

I try to write,
when still awake,
but words won't flow,
until I sleep.

Why must life be,
this unstructured?
I need sleep,
but I am here.

Now 3 AM.
sleep no more.
Write the words
on paper, clean.

Back to sleep,
hard to do,
you're not here,
what happens now?

Lay awake,
for more time,
finally, it comes,
a new word rhyme.

Alone, am I,
from this day on,
until the time
I've moved along.

Hard to do,
she's still there,
doesn't know me,
I don't care.

I need her now,
more than before,
He doesn't listen,
to us, anymore.

When the light in her eyes,
has faded and gone,
I will still love her,
when I'm all alone.

Hoping that day, never comes,
I will stay strong as I can,
trying to understand,
my weakness, as a man.

Why is our life,
so troubled, this way?
Has God abandoned us,
and will take her away.

I'll write of tomorrow,
when day is done,
as evening draws nigh
with the setting sun.

Every day a new adventure,
in this life of mine.
One more task to do
and the day will be fine.

A teardrop formed,
in the corner of my eye.
No special reason,
just needed to cry.

Cry about my love
who the battle is losing.
The fight to retain her
memory, is not her choosing.

Alongside the river,
with its water flowing free,
find me a sunny spot,
it's where I want to be.

Alone, with my thoughts,
which matter to me.
To relax and nap,
setting my mind free.

Why does it matter,
what reason there be?
A secluded spot,
allows me to think of she.

As I write these words,
thinking of days gone by,
my emotional response,
to breakdown and cry.

A silver lining exists,
in your soul, Deep
within lies a love,
everyone wants to keep.

Why, when I see,
your eyes of blue,
I wish to talk and
be a friend to you.

Wandering through,
the halls of life,
searching, ever searching,
for my wife.

Lost memories,
well in hand,
times were good
and life was grand.

No longer to
share with she,
only her memories
are with me.

No more verse,
which I can write.
Words are cheap,
my brain is tight.

Words were free
and very loose.
Now my neck
is in a noose.

Thoughts which moved,
like a water flow,
my brain says maybe,
my hand says, No.

My heart is strong,
don't wish to boast,
but for me,
my life is toast.

Why are words,
so easy to write,
while all my thoughts
are extra tight?

Write, write, write,
make your thoughts clear.
Put them to paper,
let not the ink, smear.