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When I get in trouble
and have no place to go,
I would go to a movie
or go to a show.

A double feature,
two in a row,
eating popcorn,
watching the show.

I loved the smell of popcorn,
and I still do,
but it always reminds me
of the lovely you.

No more the movies,
no more the show,
for now, I have no one,
when I go to the show.

The sound of the wind,
roars in my ears.
The breaking of branches,
heightens my fears.

A storm at this moment,
is not all right.
for I need you now
to hold me tight.

The light flickers
off and then on.
Is this a sign that
you are now gone?

I hope and I pray
this is not the case,
but life's disappointment
slaps me in the face.

Of brambles with branches,
silver flowers gleaming.
Bark covered by lichens,
as moonlight was streaming.

Long were the days,
short were the nights,
under the moon
and star lights.

Why do I write,
when I cannot see,
the love I'm missing,
the love from thee?

Don't presume the accolades
of today,
will keep tomorrow's criticism
at bay.

Long lay the grass,
on the edge of the lawn,
once it is mowed,
then it will be gone.

Show me the way to
get back home again.
My heart is lost in Memory Care.
I don't know if I'm in despair.

I pray I can return,
once more,
for I miss the woman'
on the first floor.

She went into Hospice
about a week ago.
I don't want to lose her
or let her go.

She doesn't know me. Saying
it over and over, again
but she is still my lover
and my best friend.

When far away,
across the sea,
my memories
were of thee.

Please tell me now,
what did I do wrong?
Where does it say,
I must always be strong?

My mind is dead.
I know not what to write.
Write of things beautiful and true,
look for joy, day and night.

I saw you,
my emotions soared.
It was then, I noticed
my heart roared.

I see you
and the state you're in.
Remembering all the fun we had,
when standing in the summer wind.

My love for you, is then.
I see your brown eyes
flashing smile, remembering
the good and bad time cries.

When actions are
hard to predict.
When thoughts run rampant,
without control.
When dreams have left,
gone now astray.
Let not the truth,
become a run away.