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I think of you,
can't imagine what
you must be going
through.
Frustrating to me,
for I know not what to do.

What kind of Hell,
must it be, when
you see but cannot process
your thoughts. When you
say, you love me,
is this the last bit of reality,
that remains. Are you
reaching out, asking for
more help?

I want you to be happy,
not likely, under these
circumstances.
I love you, Ellie.

Someone listened as I told my tale
of how my life came to be.
The daughter of my neighbor,
who was from Arlington, D.C.

We discussed, or I should say I talked,
while she listened to me,
a special moment, feeling well
about our talk, to me, heavenly.

I will not violate the privacy
of our conversation, 'twas good for me.
We were in the Courtyard, where,
there were many flowers we could see.

Time went by slowly but quick
as she listened to me.
My enjoyment, was enlightened,
so, I say, thank you. I love thee

              Ophelia

My sister went with the Angels,
Years before I was born,
Her photo, always displayed,
Was a normal part of our home.

The pain from her early departure,
Came out slowly, a bit at a time,
And yet, not fully understood,
By the mind of the child I was.

Her photo, now in my home,
Is displayed just as before,
And I still wonder why and why not,
Not understanding, yet unable to ignore.

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I write one line
of loving words,
my eye moistens.
How absurd.

From all the wants
in the World to see,
it's your lovely smile,
when you look at me.
I love you Ellie

Heavy the heart,
on this sunny day,
my loved one with me,
but her memories, gone away.

Flames erupting, from below.
Smoke billowing chokes the air.
I look around, the barn is burning.
There is fire everywhere.

Volunteer firefighter was I.
A barn, with horses in stalls,
was afire, smoke everyplace.
Moving horses outside, as ember falls.

Fire engine, pump truck, working hard,
pumping water on the flames.
Wooden barn, burning bright.
Hours later, wooden beams and ash remains.

Not liking this life,
which has come to me,
a hapless journey,
to our destiny.

A life is lost,
it's gone away,
never to return,
for love and play.

It hurts when
when you lose a friend.
One who knows you
and does not pretend.

Long were the days,
of fulfilled bliss,
Now our days
are an occasional kiss.

She sits with aplomb,
in sweet splendor.
I see her face,
wanting to surrender.

My sadness, for her,
is just under the surface,
of this old man
thinking of life's purpose.

A perpetual feeling
of lost and alone,
as I leave for the day,
heading to my home.

The hopes and dreams of yesterday
are no longer here,
for the memories of a loved one,
have totally disappeared.

I talk to my beloved,
as she tries to say,
words no longer with her,
missing on this day.

My eyes well up,
when I see
the saddened missing,
which is now she.

If I could be with you,
every hour, every day,
would you be happy
if I would stay?