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Someday, somewhere,
Angels, will arrive,
to enlighten you,
keeping you alive.

When Dawn breaks,
on a new day,
life will move forward,
a World in which you will stay.

I'm touched, by your kindness.
Happy you are my friend.
A great love I have for you,
helping my broken heart mend.

What price is love,
when what you've known,
has gone away,
and happiness has flown.

Where does one go,
when your love is lost?
There isn't enough money,
to ever justify the cost.

I won't know about today,
I won't know about the morrow.
I know without you,
there won't be a tomorrow.

When Worlds collide,
like yours and mine.
If the love for another develops,
the World is now fine.

I had a terrible loss,
you provided comfort,
to me when I was lost
and you provided support.

I lost control,
letting myself go,
slipping into comfort,
when I should have said no.

I apologize for my error,
of complicating your life.
You never complained,
when I brought strife.

I'll take a break.
A moment of solitude,
clearing my mind
of sadness.

Remembering I have a
circle of friends
and people who love and
support me.
I am most fortunate.

He was a Cat,
from an old neighborhood.
He was a cool cat,
a regular, Johnny B Good.

Not a rocker,
not even close.
He preferred the Blues
lounge music, the most.

Take the beauty,
as it is given.
See what Nature
has provided.

Walk along
a garden path,
with new
growth.
Comparing with
the old.

Daffodils, Tulips,
are there to see.
Watch Dragonflys
and the Bumblebee,

as they fertilize,
each new bud
from their neighbors.
Truly spectacular.

Here we are,
same place,
same time,
Life's embrace.

When love ends,
what happens then?
No more acting,
no let's pretend.

It was after 10 PM,
the first time we met.
It was a small bar,
I'm still trying to forget.

I called her Helen,
she called me Dear.
Together for 6 months,
then she didn't appear.

I forgot about her,
after a few years.
I saw her again,
and she disappears.

What lessons are learned,
when a close friend goes away?
Don't get too cozy,
they probably won't stay.

Memories, forgotten,
are beginning to show.
Springing from my mind,
from a spot I don't know.

How funny it is,
the way a mind will work,
for writing, if not easy,
is a task I will shirk.

I try to avoid writing,
of those days long ago,
full of sadness in
places, I no longer go.

Thoughts are racing,
through this old head,
then I remember,
you are now dead.

I have a love,
which I no longer can give,
to the one I loved then,
who I wish could still live.

Alongside, the roadway,
he lay in the ditch,
covered with mud,
he was not known to be rich.

Found that morning,
two sheets to the wind,
unable to speak,
so, they called him, Jim.

Taken to jail,
the drunk tank, it was.
Laying in the filth,
for a reason or cause.

He awoke from his stupor,
not knowing where he was.
His mind was blank,
or specifically, in pause.

What will happen to be,
will he be healed by laws,
or remain where he is,
a traditional lost cause?