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A million smiles,
is what I'll see,
when we meet,
if time is free.

A whirl of dust,
a life unclaimed.
Knew you then,
but not your name.

Sad are the days,
when I am missing you.
You have left,
now I am blue.

A fleeting Soul,
a life's song,
a cousin missing,
a relative gone.

Life is sad,
during this Holiday.
A first cousin
has passed away.

Winter snowfall blankets all,
covering lawns, shrubs and trees.
Whiteness abounds, throughout,
a Winter wonderland, to please.

From the East
the Sun arose,
warming our face,
toasting our toes.

Inside Life's circle,
love will abound,
filled with noise,
a musical sound.

Christmas carols,
of music renowned.
A Holiday Season,
with a lovely sound,

Off in the distance,
a choir sings,
while the chime
of sleigh bells ring.

A wonderful time
to love the day,
greeting all, as friends.
For Peace, I pray.

From out the dark, season brings
cold, crisp air, frozen lake.
It's now easy to see,
the stark cold, my breath does take.

I can never say to you,
how important the words are
coming from me too.
Separate the whey from the curds,
I'm telling you how much I love you.
These are my words.

The aircraft shuddered,
we were in a stall.
Nose up, working the pedals,
to keep the nose from a fall.

I can be cowardly at times
with clenching of fist,
asking myself questions
of why do I exist?

Looking at others facing ills,
unwilling to talk about you.
Afraid, of you leaving me.
If it happens, what do I do?

I want you to remember,
all of the memories we had.
Realizing it will never be,
all of my memories, are sad.

Why must I
write this way?
When my words
are easy to say.

Making no sense,
now we are apart,
except to say
it's breaking my heart.

It's a great day,
to be alive and well,
on this, my solo
journey to Hell.