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Rocks, slippery with moss,
strown along a creek bed,
are difficult to walk on.
Please don't fall on you head.

I cry. I weep,
"Don't take her away."
My pleas are ignored.
I want her to stay.

I know it's preface,
the cruelty of this disease.
Surpasses anything I know.
May she have a break please?

What happens,
when love goes astray?
Do memories fade
or just go away?

A lost love,
is hard to take,
for life has changed,
after a heartbreak.

Where am I to go,
what shall I see?
I'll be all alone,
lonely, old me.

If I give you love,
what will I see?
A happier person,
a happier me.

You project strength,
it's what I would expect.
It's OK to cry, you don't
need to love or respect.

I flee in haste,
away from thee.
You scare me to death,
with talk of intimacy.

Must I continue
to run and hide,
when you still pursue,
with my wife by my side?

Sweet words, I hear,
coming from you,
provides solace,
in what I do.

I find this fact,
odd, but true,
all about thee,
I like you too.

I'll talk not,
how my emotions scream,
when remembering,
our life was a dream.

Days and weeks,
rapidly go bye,
convincing me,
time does fly.

Talk about,
the speed of light,
as minutes and hours,
take flight.

Would that I,
as dense as I are,
could control time.
We could go far.

I ponder as
my mind will wander.
Dwelling on the past,
and the emptiness,
I feel. Not depressed,
just confused.

My mind seems to be,
lost in a fog, which
I cannot see nor can
the friends I have, let
me see.

On the patio,
enjoying a light breeze.
Heat isn't present,
the air, great to breathe.

Long are the nights,
short now, the days,
as Fall slides into Winter,
tree leaves turn to orange-blaze.

Coldness, puts plants to rest.
Time to pull old foilage
and to plant perennials,
for Winter's new page.