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Church bells,
clattered, clanging in the night,
a continual noise,
putting earthly spirits in flight.

Is it time to give up,
playing this game,
searching for someone to love,
not my intent to name.

I wrote this before moving my beloved into
a Memory Care facility. I have modified some
of the quirks or rules I did not follow for the
benefit of the reader and the writer. Unfortunately,
I cannot modify the text. So you see what I wrote
03/19/2018.

Loneliness, a state,
of euphoric indifference.
Relationship not there,
Love's last, lonely remembrance.

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.

Eagles soar, up high,
contrasting with a
brilliant sky,
dotted with tufts of cotton.

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.

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.

When a love is lost,
no matter the cause.
How do you take heartache?
Placing it, on hold or pause?

No matter the time,
no matter the season,
a love lost may,
have many a reason.

Welcome to the World,
of misogynous and sorrow,
of omissions of memories,
about missing a woman tomorrow

The thunder rolled,
as lighting slapped.
A crashing sound,
smelling the Ozone,
in the rain drenched air.

Have we become,
too politically, correct?
Are there any other
barriers we can erect?

Building fences,
seems to be the thing,
keeping people out,
so, they don't bring,

problems to us,
want them or not.
Without fences,
you get what you got.