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I think of you often,
as hours go by.
I want to love you,
I'll give it a try.

If you don't love me,
I will understand,
for you can do,
what you want to this old man.

My mind spins,
increasing with each thought.
What is happening to me?
Can I respond to what I sought?

Confusion, in my mind, reigns supreme.
I'm not trying to keep score,
I just realize I'm looking.
Looking for much more.

Early in the springtime,
in the hills, east of here,
where we would go fishing,
later enjoying a beer.

The sky fell,
from out of space.
It hit me,
in my face.

So here I am,
a star in my eye,
as moonlight
makes me cry.

No excuse,
for whom I am.
I am a saddened,
dejected man.

I lost my love,
my wife,
and a dear friend,
is ill, too much strife.

I cannot,
lose again,
someone who's
a good friend.

I leave now,
sad at heart,
not wanting again
to lose or part.

I walk the beach,
in early morn.
The smells and sounds,
as I'm reborn.

A breeze carrying,
Ocean spray,
gull's forlorn cries,
fade away.

I've returned to where,
I've been before.
Alone I am,
walking the shore.

Waking with a pain,
in the back of my head.
Probably when talking,
it was something I said.

Waxing poetic about
words which I write.
Not always the best tactics,
could be, you may be right.

A love I experienced,
has gotten out of hand,
for my feelings of love,
I no longer understand.

A desire to go to the
Oregon Coast.
Dreading the thought,
of not having you,
with me.

The pain I still feel,
missing you every day.
Every day of my life,
is so different, without you.

What will happen,
when our love ends?
Will we move, adapt
or just pretend?

If I knew what,
lies before me,
I would jump at
a solution for thee.

Is it time to quit,
this daily drama,
in this routine life,
was something I asked.
A way to be happy,
without taking a pill.

There is something, about a day,
in the early morning Dawn,
when the cold air pulled at your nose,
while stifling a yawn.

I like not the cold air,
as I have aged, in time.
I'd like it somewhere warm,
and love it, if sublime.

Two ships, lost in the night,
passing each other in darkness.
No more waiting, no more love.
No one here, I must confess.

How do you solve,
the mystery of loneliness?
I wish I knew, for
it is a new process.