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You called my name,
I turned to stare,
looking all over,
You were not there.

The echos in my mind,
were missing, no sound.
Have you found a new life,
has it been found?

He was no longer here.
He no longer came.
I feel quite badly,
not remembering his name.

I see many people,
many looking the same,
but I still have an issue,
not remembering his name.

Perhaps, you have seen,
all those who remain,
to me it's a mystery,
not remembering his name.

Many the evening,
ignorance was to blame
as I keep struggling,
not remembering his name.

He arrives for breakfast,
I do know his name.
Recognize his clothing.
It's always the same.

Pajama bottoms, pattern I see,
are the same,
morning or night.
Perhaps, that's his only attire?

PJ's, a safe way to go.
I've seen her 10 months.
Always the same clothes.
May have others, I suppose.

Why do we exist,
where memories are of pain,
scarring our Soul,
we are unable to explain.

Why, is a person we love,
repeats over again,
a loss of memory,
nothing will remain.

There are no days,
of just hugs or sighs,
only the sad days
of the long goodbye.

Arose the vassal of desire,
where lust became a fire.
Heat and light, lonely people,
as we wonder, will it expire?

What light, I see,
through dusty pane,
of wet sidewalks,
with more cold rain.

It's a new release,
I want to hear,
about the excitement,
when you are near.

I now understand,
I was a boy, not a man,
when I had my first,
one night stand.

A different feeling'
a different life,
before I was married,
to my lovely wife.

Why think
of those things,
events of the past,
which your memory brings.

I am being spoiled,
Not complaining.
A warm feeling
Of love and respect.
Thank you, for caring.

Telling me, this story,
you're telling me why,
it's ok for
a grown man to cry

Gather moonbeams,
near and far,
placing them gently
into a tinted jar.

Place some stars,
very carefully,
a tinted jar,
is a bright array.

Where stands the man
with a jaded past,
whose righteous ways,
when, the die was cast?

His ways were many,
they wouldn't last.
The sands of time,
passed by, too fast.

Words of sadness,
I hear in my ear,
as droplets
form into tears.

My emotions,
shot, as they are,
come from my eyes,
leaving no scar.