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Not a choice,
I would relish,
for the dissolving
love of friends.

When I was a young man,
I wanted to kiss.
Now I am an older man,
Recalling what I miss.

When we think
Of days gone by,
Should we think again
And always try?

Memories are special.
They can take us back,
to a time of less stress.
A good thing.

Cars always
made my heart beat,
faster. They still do.

May all the thoughts,
I have about you.
Special thoughts as
ordinary thoughts won't do.

You were my heart,
my soul you were,
for it was always you,
my one and only her.

Saying goodbye,
has become tiring,
exhausting me,
in the process.

Dealing with it,
on a daily basis,
yet wanting to
bring closure, but not forget.

I know my beloved is gone.
I know it well.
My current path has become,
a pathway to hell.

I search for a word,
but it has been taken.
Why do I look
when my hearts broken?

Alas, he sits,
with a chagrined grin,
"What's going on,
with my thoughts, thin?

Is this a piece of
the grieving process?
If it's not,
then, I am a mess.

I don't want to be,
with anyone now,
as memories are raw,
or I just don't know how.

Old memories
of days gone by.
We don't recall,
or know why.

I need time,
to be alone,
yet, I need people,
one on one.

A good dilemma,
not in my book,
for as I speak,
let me have one look.

A someone who,
who could love me too,
the way I would
love to do.

It's a quarter to four,
in the morning.
Why am I not
in my bed?

Probably because I have
all this work in my head.
Does that make sense,
when I want to cry instead?

Lonely is the night,
when I think of you.
your no longer here,
what am I supposed to do.

You were my rock,
my inner soul.
You gave me love,
you gave me your all.

A sadness overwhelms,
most waking moment.
I pray to God
to hear my lament.