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What loss love?
What to do now.
You don't know me,
I will fulfill my vow.

Where goes' thou,
in this time of life?
What happens,
when you lose your wife?

Interesting questions
about a change to come.
What will happen,
if I succumb?

New tattoos today.
Have I lost my sanity
or entered a new
stage of vanity?

A dragon,
a feathered plume,
a sword, a moon,
because there was room.

I love these,
my new badge,
struggling to
maintain my courage.

What path,
what way,
a broken heart,
on this day.

A lost love,
from long ago.
Close once,
now No.

How to mend
a broken heart,
so many pieces,
lying apart.

What say you,
about lost love?
Something lost from
life's treasure trove.

A faraway look
in her eyes.
Tears from me as
I hear her sighs.

Long were we married,
we were on a roll
until the ravages of
Alzheimer took its toll.

These words now written
in a careless style,
take time to sink in.
Give it a while.

Where do you go,
after your heart has broken?
Drink for a while,
for he has spoken.

What life is this,
when you don't receive,
the best moments of love,
so important to we.

From out the roots
of a Love gone bye,
comes the memories
from we, You and I.

Lost memories
of happy days past.
Memories I thought,
would last and last.

Alas it didn't happen,
as we had wished it to.
I have all our memories,
for my wife's never came through.

Look at me,
just one moment to say.
How did our life become
such a disarray?

What has life brought
to this circle of many?
When nothing you say,
is worth a farthing or penny.

I wish I knew,
the answer to life,
especially when it's
the health of my wife.

Should I ask you today,
to not worry about the morrow,
for remembering our friends,
who are gone now in sorrow.

The days this week,
as my birthday nears,
will crawl by.
No shedding of tears,

for I approach another
event with joy no fears,
for the big occasion,
celebrating eighty-nine years.

I think of many friends,
from the past.
How some friendships wane,
while others last.

I'm thinking of her now,
as memories flow.
How lucky I've been
during this life's show.

What more can I write
about love and joy,
when I think about her,
my great friend Loy.

You inspire me to
begin writing again.
I thank you for that,
my very best friend.