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The Maple tree leaf's fall
Fluttering to the ground.
Nature's Fall blanket.

There will come a time
in this life of ours,
when you will wish you
had spent more moments
with those you love.

There is no right.
There is no wrong.
Your feelings are
what keeps you strong,
so keep your thoughts,
store them away
and bring them forth
ere they fade away.

For all the words in my head,
While I lay dozing in my bed.
I feared they would just go away.
They did not, for here they'll stay,
Down on paper with scratching pen,
While awaiting more words
To write again.

The darkness, my old friend,
Is back to see me once again.
That is good, a promise kept,
As it's been awhile since I slept.
Tired I am, there is no doubt,
That depression will cry and shout,
To gain a hold in this life of mine.
Fear not for my thoughts entwine,
With love, for all I know
That keeps this aged soul aglow.

I smell the scent of morning
as I rise up from our bed.
I hear the beat of raindrops,
outside, upon the shed.
The sound of rhythmic breathing
could lull me back to sleep,
where the warmness of your body,
rises up, from beneath the sheet.
The silence then is broken
by some cars out on the street.
I move from you, so slowly,
on tired and leaden feet.
I check to see if I awoke you
but can't quite see your face,
then I step more quickly
and quicken up my pace.

This is my affirmation, just for you.
I'll love you always, no matter who
Or what comes to disturb our reverie.
For you my love, it's all for thee.
I love you the way you are
And will do so, whether near or far.

Hear the wind.
It whistles loud,
through open window.
Bringing more rain
to wet the ground
that slakes the thirst
of our gardens flowers.

Where do you go my darling
When you slip away
to another space in time
and into an eternity?

The glowing dot of an ember
appears in the ashes.
The wood begins to smolder
when flames start their dance
with the wood in the pit
as it's new fired romance.

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

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.