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Nothing I say.
Nothing I write.
Nothing I do,
Will keep me
Away from you.

"We spend our lives trying to discern where we end and the rest of the world begins. There is a strange and sorrowful loneliness to this, to being a creature that carries its fragile sense of self in a bag of skin on an endless pilgrimage to some promised land of belonging. We are willing to erect many defenses to hedge against that loneliness and fortress our fragility. But every once in a while, we encounter another such creature who reminds us with the sweetness of persistent yet undemanding affection that we need not walk alone".......Read more

I am beginning to see so well
this, recurring, slow ride to Hell.
Dementia rears it's ugly head,
makes me think I am dead
to all those loves from before
are now laying on life's floor.

I remember, as a child
Rain falling on our roof.
No attic or insulation above
Just bare boards and some Tin.
The noise of rain, up above
Would be our lullaby song.
Sleep was pleasant with no pain
When I could listen to the rain.

I try to tell you
of what I do,
to better your life
as I listen to
the girl that I married;
one that I adore.
Please let her live
many years more.

Camano Island, WA

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Darkening clouds appear in the West.
Rolled up like black pillows.