His Death

Because of his death
I examine myself,
thru’ myriads of self doubt—
I’m left on the shelf

Receiving much sympathy
from family and friends—
my love for you, darling,
will never end.

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When shall my eyes open?
Why are the trees tall?
Tears blur my vision—
pain rips my heart wall.

Could things have been different?
What more could I do?
Will I find the forgivenes
your soul knows is true?

'Rest in Peace' dear one...