Long were the days,
fraught with little sleep.
Counting sheep, didn't work,
as he wasn't "Ll'll Bo Peep.

Press forward,
with your skills,
talent will arise
and you will be,
very pleased,
perhaps, even
surprised.

I sit alone.
Alone I sit.
She's not here,
not one bit.

Yesterday she loved me,
today was a change,
for she wanted nothing to
do with me.

She called me "her husband."
Now that is gone and
she wants nothing to do with
me. "Who are You?"
Those words, hurtful but
I understand.

My emotions are
charred and burnt.
All I feel is,
sadness.

Yet I know,
she still loves me.
I'll live with that,
as long as I can.

Such a joy,
you are to see.
Thank you, love
taking care of me.

Isn't it great,
being this age?
The World awaits,
turn the page.

Move toward
new adventure,
post your words,
avoid the censure.

My thoughts of you, are sad'
Why did this happen to thee?
She was bright with a heart of gold.
Now sits alone, in a mental state,
of memories, lost, unable to care,
for herself.

Depression, my old friend,
I can see,
you have come,
back to me.

Recurring again,
though I thought
you gone.
Twas for naught.

Early February,
frost is back.
Need more sun,
warming the soil,
helping new growth,
survive and heal.

Come with me,
across a moment in time.
See what I see,
as a struggle in life.
Don't follow blindly,
stay here safe,
away from those who say,
one day at a time,
will improve your new guilt.
I beg to differ,
for I now see
the spending of monies,
has not relieved the stress,
has not improve my sleep.
It has become worse.
The hours I spend with she,
the time when I eat
and the hard times before,
have gotten more difficult.
I could just walk away,
but I can't. I won't.
This person is my wife.
She tells me her story,
of love and devotion,
every waking day.
I am not at peace.
I probably will never be.

If I say to you,
telling no lie,
would you believe,
would you try?

Life is short,
as we all see.
Life has no meaning,
if I am not with thee.

Life can be cruel,
in many a way,
when a loved one
is taken away.

Please keep saying,
you love me,
every working day,
I'll always be,

He who supports you,
in every way,
until it is over
at the end of the day.

a puddle
a big splash
wet feet

Late was our youth,
right from the start,
when we were young,
in affairs of the heart.

Time has passed,
we all played a part,
life was sweet,
in the affairs of the heart.

What happens now,
when we are apart,
at the end of life,
in affairs of the heart.

Life was a gift,
memories Alacarte,
another chapter,
in affairs of the heart.

Life was our pleasure,
our history and art,
we were all players,
in affairs of the heart.