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I care not,
for what you say,
for I am lost,
my mind gone away.

Long are the nights,
without you.
Sleeping alone,
without you.
No warmth in bed,
without you.
I never thought.
our life would end,
this way.
Living alone.

Why in this world,
have we now met,
when love or romance,
is not an issue?

For me or you,
friendship occurs,
when two souls meet.
It shouldn't be an issue,
in this, the life we lead,
for conversations are healthy,
no matter what you believe.

I speak of love.
She does not.
A friendship lost?
I think not.

Here I am
on the edge of my bed,
with so many words,
still in my head.

Words of encouragement,
and words of love,
words of praise,
for he, up above.

I hate this life,
of losing thee,
to a disease
of infamy.

Writing fast,
as I see,
depression wants,
a piece of me.

Why must,
I be sad?
I'm trying hard,
avoiding bad.

Thoughts again,
reel with pain,
in this world
of more rain.

If I say,
to you,
keep your
humor, too,

will that help,
you understand,
my smallness
as a man?

Long were the shadows,
beneath the tree,
where I pledged,
my troth to thee.

The sun had risen,
I was awake,
praying to God,
my soul not to take.

My life thoughts,
weren't the first time
but my choice of words,
were meant to rhyme.

Ten thousand days
of wedded bliss,
starting with
our first kiss.

I dread the day,
when you are gone,
for you, my love
are still the one.

I walk this path, slowly,
alone, as a man.
I'll try to do better,
do the best I can.

Lonesome, the trail,
I view through a lens.
A warped view of life's game,
a visual, "Let's Pretend."

Will you be here tomorrow,
when the game ends,
for life, its sweet sorrow,
it won't heal, no matter when.

When life abruptly
changes who we are,
I'll keep our memories,
of you, my star.

A star, so radiant,
burning bright.
Because of you,
I loved the night.

What has brought,
pain to thee,
to all you love
in our family?

From out the dark,
of an inner gloom,
your smile brightened,
every room.