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I desire to return,
to a normal life.
One I haven't seen,
in 10 years of strife.

A parallel of time.
Another day and year.
I will search for you,
over the ocean, over here.

Life has changed,
less smiles, more tears,
as I discover why,
my life is in arrears.

Let me love you till
there's no tomorrow.
We'll live for the moment,
forever, without sorrow.

Yesterdays are gone,
I am alone,
waiting for you,
to come along,

to rescue my soul,
with me so long,
in this life, mine,
and its sad song.

Early in the springtime,
in the hills, east of here,
where we would go fishing,
later enjoying a beer.

The sky fell,
from out of space.
It hit me,
in my face.

So here I am,
a star in my eye,
as moonlight
makes me cry.

No excuse,
for whom I am.
I am a saddened,
dejected man.

I lost my love,
my wife,
and a dear friend,
is ill, too much strife.

I cannot,
lose again,
someone who's
a good friend.

I leave now,
sad at heart,
not wanting again
to lose or part.

A love I experienced,
has gotten out of hand,
for my feelings of love,
I no longer understand.

A desire to go to the
Oregon Coast.
Dreading the thought,
of not having you,
with me.

The pain I still feel,
missing you every day.
Every day of my life,
is so different, without you.

Two ships, lost in the night,
passing each other in darkness.
No more waiting, no more love.
No one here, I must confess.

How do you solve,
the mystery of loneliness?
I wish I knew, for
it is a new process.

He lived alone,
early in his life,
then the demands/joy,
of having a wife.

Someone to talk to,
about events, did manifest.
A person to relax with,
who shared his interest.

Is it too much to ask for,
she would ask, with a smile.
Where is my beloved?
She's been gone awhile.

All of the memories,
from so long ago,
are only recalled, by him,
when reliving their life's show.

Sitting in my chair,
it's past 3:30 AM.
I'm trying to write about,
events way back then.

Back then in my life,
while still a teenaged child,
capturing memories,
of when I was wild.

When I was young,
so many years ago,
I fell in love,
at least I thought so.

It may have been love,
or just a big infatuation,
but as I recall,
it was more like a sensation.

A sensation of warmth,
that made me feel funny,
for after I met her,
all of my days were sunny.

I am very sorry,
for allowing myself,
to become fond of you.
It was inappropriate,
allowing this to happen.
You were very kind,
shortly after my
wife passed away.
I became too dependent,
upon you. I'm sorry.