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A faraway look,
appears in her eyes.
One thousand memories,
a thousand sighs.

Remembering the love,
showered upon me,
by my beautiful wife,
I can no longer see.

Alone in my room,
wanting a drink.
The water is dripping
in the kitchen sink.

It's odd or funny,
how a mind works,
in finding a way
to avoid life's quirks.

Look for a reason
or a plausible excuse,
just don't get crazy
talking about a Moose.

The only moose
which comes into mind,
is Bullwinkle Moose
and a Rocket J Squirrel find.

A great day.
A grand event.
talked to my cousin,
who I'd never met.

I will say,
with a smile,
it was if I'd known
her for a long while.

We were not strangers,
She was a friend.
Someone who
helped me to mend.

Thank you, my cousin,
for helping me.
Hoping in the Spring,
You, I will see.

Sitting here,
as I wonder,
What happens next?
When life is asunder?

My love is gone.
I do know where.
Now my love,
I cannot share.

I want this to be,
a bad dream,
but it's not.
I want to scream,

Come back to me.
Please do, please do,
for I want to say,
I still love you.

Note to myself,
Let your mind run.
It's been a long while.
I'll be the one,

trying to write words
and further beguile,
all the readers,
who likes my style.

There never will be
enough words to write,
when we are facing
our own life's fight.

Do what you can,
making dreams come true,
for when I write,
I will say, I Love You.

All of you are important,
to me in this life.
I was quite happy,
here with my wife.

I thank all of you,
who have wished me well.
Your kind words are loved,
They make my heart swell.

I love this community,
which I find myself in.
Such a warm feeling,
I know not where to begin.

The words are too many,
the thoughts are too,
as I try to remember,
how much I love you.

You are now missing,
from this life I lead.
You were my life,
you're gone. I must proceed

and go on with life,
when you aren't here,
for I will always be,
in love with you, Dear.

People come. People go.
Good friends are sought,
telling you when you're wrong.
Doing it nicely to change your thought.

Thank you for that,
for it's good to know,
he has my back,
wherever I go.

Thank you, my friend.
See you at Happy Hour.

A sad Christmas for my family this year and a sad Christmas many years ago.

The hands of time,
fast they be,
until the moment arrives,
which we can see.

This life we share,
both or we,
will be together
for an eternity.

This year, a journey
to a few places,
meeting many new friends
and seeing many new faces.

New memories are gained,
old memories fade,
blowing in the wind,
as new friends are made.

Stay writing,
stay here a few.
You are now gone,
now what do I do?

An emptiness, a void,
is tearing me apart.
How do I deal with
another broken heart?