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What is this attraction,
which follows me?
It's nothing important,
as I can't see.

I've been a widower,
for about 6 weeks.
I'm not ready, as
I do not seek,

a relationship now,
especially when the knell,
of a bell will put me
in relationship Hell.

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.

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.

I am amazed, at those,
who, stand in front of me.
When they look this way,
what do they see?

A saddened, old man,
wanting to be free,
or an old Curmudgeon,
looking a lot like me.

I want to be happy again,
perhaps dating or to play,
but I believe my guilt,
will get in my way.

Here we are,
here we'll be.
Won't you,
wait for me?

A revisit of a time gone by,
now finding the words still are needed.

Over again.

Why all the excitement,
why waste all the time,
when I have this feeling,
of attracting a clinging vine.

I suppose it is flattering to
have women, I barely know,
hang around, waiting for me,
to be attracted to them, so,

It is not going to happen,
my loved one has been gone,
about 5 weeks. I am not ready.
Please leave me alone.

Would I, could remember?
All the joy of the past.
It's not to my liking,
but it is now, my life's path.

I'm having a flashback,
to a moment in time,
when I was alive
and entering my prime.

Navy life wasn't all,
it was cracked up to be,
however, I had this elation,
which set me free.

I'm just a man,
living with my grief,
why do I feel,
like an emotional thief?

Why do women,
flock around me?
I'm not interested,
and may never be.

Words come not easily,
during this time of remembrance.
I cannot leave words to luck,
or play words to a game of chance.

Why so much grief,
which tears at my soul.
Why am I sad and alone,
in this my life's toll?

A toll, a change,
another personal fee,
when it happens,
I remember thee.