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What path,
what way,
a broken heart,
on this day.

A lost love,
from long ago.
Close once,
now No.

How to mend
a broken heart,
so many pieces,
lying apart.

What say you,
about lost love?
Something lost from
life's treasure trove.

Flitting, Froh and back,
like a Moth to the flame.
Such is life, whomever,
knowing not your name.

The political system is broken.
Big money rules the game.
No more being a good guy,
for only the crooks remain.

What costs, so much,
we lose the love
and pray to heaven
to the one above?

I don't believe I need you,
at least not now.
You don't talk to me,
Do you not know how?

You ask me to do things,
which will help you now,
but you don't listen,
Do you not know how?

I've known you for a while,
but why is it now?
You won't listen,
Do you not know how?

A faraway look
in her eyes.
Tears from me as
I hear her sighs.

Long were we married,
we were on a roll
until the ravages of
Alzheimer took its toll.

The Sun reflected off the Pond's mirrored surface,
as I thought about you.
My memories, come and go, so I feel fortunate
to recall the time, we first met.

Sitting in a lounge, alone, thinking about the
morrow and the business calls facing me.
I was travelling for my Company, in a capacity
requiring me to measure each unit's operational
functionality.

I saw you enter, alone, sitting at a small table.
Why didn't she sit at the bar, crossed my mind,
but thought she was meeting someone. I noticed
no one had joined her.

I hesitated before approaching you. I was lonely
and hoped I would find someone to talk with.
I was not seeking romance, as I had lost my wife
recently and was still uncertain if I could talk to
anyone without breaking down.

I approached the table and you smiled. "May I join
You?", was my question. We began talking about
our lives, joys, and sorrows. Talking about our life
events and how we feel now, in this new environment of
loneliness.
We ended taking contact information and sought
a new relationship where we could learn about each
other, to decide if we wish to pursue further.

Words making sounds,
like rain on a roof.
A rat, a tat, tat,
as if they were aloof.

Word sounds pierce my ears,
when shouted at me.
No matter what happens,
I'll take care of thee.

Don't yell, I appealed,
amongst the word din,
as I looked outside,
directly at him.

Setting of the Sun,
spills shadows to the ground.
A gentle breeze, moves leaves
without a sound.

In the distance, I hear
the sound of a Loon,
which I understand,
you will have company soon.

A Loon sounds
eerie at night,
as creatures are moving
and Bats take flight.

Well, well, well,
A surprise.
The breakfast, lunch, dinner club,
has been invaded by newcomers.

Ignoring the Inner Sanctum rules,
newcomers invaded the
self-appointed elite status of
sitting in the same chair,
at the same spot, meal after meal.
Supposedly a "by invitation only"
table. The table was also moved a
few feet in the dining room.

Red was the rose,
striking the ground.
Quiet the night,
no one around.

Flowers falling from stems,
to the dirt,
walk careful at night,
you might get hurt.