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Avoidance is a word,
we can use every day.
When you avoid happenings,
you drive the risk away.

Proactive, what it is to be,
but if you are reactive,
truly, life may follow you,
if you believe.

You are alive, I said,
as I looked out the door.
My beloved stood before me, saying,
"I'm not. I'm not here anymore."

Come and lay by my side,
if you want to.
Come and lay by my side,
if you care.

Come and lay by my side,
for I need you.
Come and lay by my side,
I'm in despair.

Come lay by my side,
if you can.
Come and lay by my side,
the side of a lonely old man.

My memories are clear.
and now do implore,
why don't I have my loved
one here when I need her more?

She was my rock and who,
I relied on to talk to me,
about anything. Now she's gone.
Here I sit. No one to console me.

I know I hear those who say,
"Get over it", she's gone,
and your lot will be to
remain as you are, alone!

From out the night, sprang forth,
a terrible person, an ugly event.
Why would you want to visit there,
when you had to live in a tent?

Tent living, is not so bad, someone,
decided, it was the best way.
He pitched his tent, a storm approached,
and blew this poor, unprepared man away.

When you live like a Nomad,
while traveling this World, broad,
you may encounter adversarial
people while you travel the road.

Women to the left of me,
women to the right.
I am in a state of
what's wrong or what's right.

Hope springs eternal,
this, everyone knows.
Why do we cry when,
someone goes?

Must we hold on,
during this process of life,
when death is present,
creating personal strife?

I wish I knew,
I most certainly do,
when it involves someone
so familiar, like you.

What in the World,
has happened to you?
Your emotions, stretched thin,
like a map to Honshu.

A map of a Nation,
Honshu, a beautiful place.
A place of wellbeing,
among a Japanese race.

I remember Japan,
from my Navy days,
when I was a young man,
of 20 years and 265 days.

Words would come,
Words would go.
Now words are stalled,
No longer they flow.

Pushing the word,
into a writing flow,
if they exist,
I don't know.

How can you lose,
a word like "cool",
when you have become,
a real old fool?

A fool in the morning,
a fool in love.
I can be the same fool,
when viewed from above.

I want to be loved,
as I used to be.
I know my beloved,
would want that for me.

But here I sit,
like an idiotic dip,
wondering if I could
make such a trip.

The love of a woman,
pushes through,
a personal conflict,
of what to do.

There is no rhyme,
or reason to,
allow these feeling,
to confuse you.

Yet, here I sit,
all confused,
without a reason,
for what I do,

except to say,
to you and yours.
No matter what,
I still love you.

A range of emotions,
is what is found,
when regarding change,
to the environment, around.

Would you stay in place,
wherever you go,
or try to move forward?
I'm not sure I know.

Early Sun,
a dappled, grey sky.
I think of Spring,
a new beginning to try.

Trying to move forward,
hard as it may be.
It's what I'd want,
if I was thee.