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"Grief is love"
a titled book states.
Perhaps it, is,
I wouldn't know.

While I love,
I still won't stay,
when my true one,
tells me to go away.

Must I wait for you,
after all these years?
Must I keep smiling,
when shedding tears?

Wish I could,
with all my might,
be with you,
all day and night.

You are my star,
the only one.
I am yours,
'til my life is done.

What kind of fool,
do you think, I'd be,
if I gave up,
with no fuss, silently?

Should I leave?
Should I go?
At this moment
I do not know.

No name exists,
it isn't so,
for me to leave,
when she says no.

Do you care,
one little bit?
Are you now,
the biggest Twit?

She will not change,
so you must.
Ridding your mind,
of her and you.

I can't, I say,
but I must pursue,
a single life,
of one not two.

Running hard,
through the trees.
A graveled path,
plunging down
the hill,
towards the lake,
with waters, still.

Games we played,
when we were young.
We played hard,
while running free,
no video games,
no TV.

Remembering, my first,
County Fair.
Music was playing,
loud, everywhere.
The aromas of food cooking,
a scent filled air.
Pronto Pups,
Elephant Ears,
Onions grilling,
Corn on the cob
steaming, lathered
in butter.
Great memories,
stimulate the senses.

Do you not
know me?
Can you call,
me by name?

If life was fair,
then it's not.
Would you care,
about another's lot?

When love has,
lost its bloom,
will you still be
waiting in another room?

Waking from a deep sleep,
clearing cobwebs, from my head,
is what one becomes,
when sleeping like the dead.

The light shines on,
your loveliness,
as you greet the morning
with a friendly hello.
As I write, the Sun starts,
shining on my paper.
It's a good sign, at least,
to me.
Reflections of life, at this time,
causes me to
ask what happens next?
What am I to do?

Why do you bother,
why do you write?
Is your life better,
or is it just alright?

Confusion runs amok,
in this old mind.
A mind of indifference,
trying to be kind.

The World is a
strange place, to be,
when I am near you,
I cannot see.

What lies ahead,
although I know,
there is no cure
and you will go,
away from me.