A Memory
• 04/10/24 at 07:40PM •A memory of a past writing,
which brings me pleasure.
I hope you enjoy.
I have found, living together
and now apart,
has become a sad place,
full of sorrow and a broken heart.
It encompasses most of the residents.
The sense of sadness, now,
of life's losses and
more broken hearts, lost vow.
So many stories exist,
in this aging residence,
of illness and lost life,
a memory, a remembrance.
Often times, when reflecting on
the past, I will wonder, what was,
I thinking about when I wrote this.
I don't know, is my answer.
You be the judge.
Someday, soon, when youthful follies
have grown stale and passed.
You will find that, guidance given
was acquired and amassed,
by someone who had gained, by living
a great experience.
This experience of living was learned
through much grief and strife
and in no way, was it intended to
make you change your life.
The intent is to make it easier
for you to find your place
and let you, run with others
while keeping up the pace.
I know I was writing about a friend,
who would listen to my concerns and
provided support by just listening.
A truly, great trait, for a friend.
I am a lucky man.
You work your magic ways
on me and
I feel better.
Sharing just a moment of your time,
soothes me.
Listening is a virtue you have,
like no other I have known.
Perhaps, someday
I will tell you.
When I'm alone
and blue,
I find myself,
thinking of you,
no matter where,
near or far,
I want to be,
where you are.
A beautiful, young lady,
came into my life.
I knew in the moment,
she would be my wife.
We wed, and two boys,
came our way,
a happy family,
until one day.
Now she is gone,
away from my side,
the beautiful Ellie,
once was my bride.
When telling a story,
the subject should be grand,
with a great amount of data,
which I hope you understand.
Was it wrong,
to fall in love with you?
It depends on asking,
about what to do.
Her skin was pale,
you could call it fair,
with eyes of brown,
the girl with Ebony hair.
Her voice did sparkle,
a nice trait, but rare,
as a quintessential soul,
the girl with Ebony hair.
I met her a while ago,
not remembering where,
but I fell in love with,
the girl with Ebony hair.
So many years, past,
a life we did share,
now she is gone,
the girl with the Ebony hair.
How much I miss her,
I'm willing to share,
forever the memories of
the girl with the Ebony hair.
Why am I sad?
I sit here, I do,
Where have you gone?
What did I do?
Love me today.
Love me tomorrow.
Love through good times,
Love me when in sorrow.