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No wind this morning,
it's cool outside the door,
perhaps it won't rain.
We don't need any more.

I have no right
to think like I do.
I only know,
I am attracted to you.

I'm sick with myself,
for thoughts lain,
deeply rooted within,
my sick brain.

The best thing to
do right now is to
keep our distance.
I wish I knew how.

What a nightmare
my stupidity must be.
You should cut and run
setting yourself free.

From out the mass,
of the thundering herd,
there appeared a stranger.
He couldn't be heard.

Just one of many,
alone in the World.
All by himself,
not even a girl.

If someone,
ask me to dance, again,
I will respond, "I don't
know where to begin."

I'm at a point in my life where,
I need to fall on my sword,
due to the confusion in this state,
which is not a great award.

I have been married so long,
I know not how to behave,
or even what is good behavior,
not to mention being brave.

I don't recall many things, such,
as how to be romantic,
it's causing me frustration,
to the point, I might panic.

An occasional event,
during a mind on the run.
Running to daylight,
before the night is done.

Avoidance is a word,
we can use every day.
When you avoid happenings,
you drive the risk away.

Proactive, what it is to be,
but if you are reactive,
truly, life may follow you,
if you believe.

You are alive, I said,
as I looked out the door.
My beloved stood before me, saying,
"I'm not. I'm not here anymore."

Come and lay by my side,
if you want to.
Come and lay by my side,
if you care.

Come and lay by my side,
for I need you.
Come and lay by my side,
I'm in despair.

Come lay by my side,
if you can.
Come and lay by my side,
the side of a lonely old man.

My memories are clear.
and now do implore,
why don't I have my loved
one here when I need her more?

She was my rock and who,
I relied on to talk to me,
about anything. Now she's gone.
Here I sit. No one to console me.

I know I hear those who say,
"Get over it", she's gone,
and your lot will be to
remain as you are, alone!

From out the night, sprang forth,
a terrible person, an ugly event.
Why would you want to visit there,
when you had to live in a tent?

Tent living, is not so bad, someone,
decided, it was the best way.
He pitched his tent, a storm approached,
and blew this poor, unprepared man away.

When you live like a Nomad,
while traveling this World, broad,
you may encounter adversarial
people while you travel the road.

Women to the left of me,
women to the right.
I am in a state of
what's wrong or what's right.