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I think of you often,
as hours go by.
I want to love you,
I'll give it a try.

If you don't love me,
I will understand,
for you can do,
what you want to this old man.

My mind spins,
increasing with each thought.
What is happening to me?
Can I respond to what I sought?

Confusion, in my mind, reigns supreme.
I'm not trying to keep score,
I just realize I'm looking.
Looking for much more.

Early in the springtime,
in the hills, east of here,
where we would go fishing,
later enjoying a beer.

The sky fell,
from out of space.
It hit me,
in my face.

So here I am,
a star in my eye,
as moonlight
makes me cry.

No excuse,
for whom I am.
I am a saddened,
dejected man.

I lost my love,
my wife,
and a dear friend,
is ill, too much strife.

I cannot,
lose again,
someone who's
a good friend.

I leave now,
sad at heart,
not wanting again
to lose or part.

I walk the beach,
in early morn.
The smells and sounds,
as I'm reborn.

A breeze carrying,
Ocean spray,
gull's forlorn cries,
fade away.

I've returned to where,
I've been before.
Alone I am,
walking the shore.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Globular star cluster Omega Centauri, also known as NGC 5139, is 15,000 light-years away. The cluster is packed with about 10 million stars much older than the Sun within a volume about 150 light-years in diameter. It's the largest and brightest of 200 or so known globular clusters that roam the halo of our Milky Way galaxy. Though most star clusters consist of stars with the same age and composition, the enigmatic Omega Cen exhibits the presence of different stellar populations with a spread of ages and chemical abundances. In fact, Omega Cen may be the remnant core of a small galaxy merging with the Milky Way. With a yellowish hue, Omega Centauri's red giant stars are easy to pick out in this sharp, color telescopic view.

Photo by Massimo Di Fusco

Waking with a pain,
in the back of my head.
Probably when talking,
it was something I said.

Waxing poetic about
words which I write.
Not always the best tactics,
could be, you may be right.

A love I experienced,
has gotten out of hand,
for my feelings of love,
I no longer understand.

A desire to go to the
Oregon Coast.
Dreading the thought,
of not having you,
with me.

The pain I still feel,
missing you every day.
Every day of my life,
is so different, without you.

What will happen,
when our love ends?
Will we move, adapt
or just pretend?

If I knew what,
lies before me,
I would jump at
a solution for thee.