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When you ask of me,
"What should I do?"
It makes no sense,
for your question is about you.

I love where I am.
It's the right place for me.
There is so much love here.
It's not about I, it's about we.

You chose your role, in this life,
by whom you pretend to be,
for we are but temporary actors,
in this, the life we see.

Practice being civil to other
actors in this world with thee,
for good relationships, is the reward,
to you, when practicing civility.

Must I tell you,
where to go?
Must I tell you,
what to do?

Do you not have reason,
or make a logical thought,
about the news you here,
or are you a forget me not?

If your mind is out of sync.
If you have no rational thought,
then no matter your journey,
your skills vanish as you've forgot.

What a pleasure it was,
seeing the light in your eyes.
To hold and caress you,
then to hear your sighs.

What happened,
to upset our happy day,
for it disappeared
and went away.

I am heart broken
and this way I'll stay,
until the grief passes
and I've learned to pray.

I miss you so.
I do every day.
Deep is my sorrow,
since you went away.

What a price to pay for
what sorrow will bring,
my heart will no longer sing.

Thoughts of redemption,
from deepest memory,
crawls from the darkened
corners, which I cannot see.

What must I do to remain,
true to the vows I made,
so many years ago,
when you were my lovely maid?

I know not where I'm going.
I remember where I've been.
There will be no tomorrows,
in the land of in between.

A land of in between of
the yesterday's, mis-spent,
won't allow me to quit now,
as I will never relent.

In the darkest corner, of this aging brain,
where words lay unused, you will find,
a lovely creature, who controls my thoughts.
Hopefully, the words are always kind.

Emotions I have now, are influenced
by an internal disappointment, not a rage.
No matter how I look at this,
if it's not any better, than turn the page.

I'm lost.
My mind is gone.
You aren't here,
I am alone.

Away from you,
I'll take a walk.
Oh, how I miss you,
I need to talk.

I know not where I'll be tomorrow,
all my memories left, with a roar.
Restart a life I can't remember,
leave my past behind the door.

My wonderful life is over,
I won't be back anymore.
Now I must move forward,
keeping our dreams, no more.

Outward the Wind,
Inward the sea.
Not sure where I'm going,
how about thee?

Any direction,
into the Sun.
Perhaps I'll discover,
who might be the one.