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Remembering all the days
and nights too,
which I missed,
not being with you.

When it is time.
there are no more rays,
nor will it matter,
the number of days,
left in this sad life, ours.
Should have spent more money
on the flashiest of cars.

I love seeing you, on morning bright,
you bring me love, to my dim sight.
My love for you grows every day,
seeing your memory, as it fades away.
Someday, at this point in time,
memories of love, will only be mine.
I will patiently keep waiting for thee,
my love for you will always be.

The rain comes, driven
by an East wind,
rattling branches,
dropping twigs,
soaking the soil.

Lonely the one
most dear to you.
Hard to see loneliness
when you are lonely too.

I turned on the faucet
until the water was hot,
soaking my hands,
for arthritis I've got.

Sometimes, it is good to revisit the past postings.

Born thee tomorrow,
born thee today.
Pull back the someone
and go far away.

I miss all the laughter,
all the hugs and the sighs.
I don't like it when
memories seep from her eyes.

Where are all the tomorrows?
What happened to the yesterdays?
How hard is it to keep living,
when the love has gone away?

Burn the air brightly,
Let the bells ring,
for no one knows,
what tomorrow will bring.
Look for the music,
which will make
the World sing.

A calmness covered the dining room,
while off in the distance came a shrill
cry, as if it came from an injured Loon.
It wasn't the noise of a bird we heard
but the cry of a resident, unable to speak.
What problems prevail on this dreary day, creating memory loss in those who're weak?

Forth broke the Sun,
at the coming Dawn.
Eyes full of sleep,
as I stifled a yawn.