Y Sunday, May 31, 2009
something fatal this way comes.
I've just heard the news
and I'm terribly sorry
admist the crowd of people
your soul and heart must be in solitaire
thoughts must be running
repeatedly past a mind that is weary
but that is nothing compared
to the grieve that you wear
for just like this poem
whithout rhyme or reason
things happen around us
we watch and we listen
with more trepidation than anticipation
more than my heart
everything within me goes out to you
the sorrow maybe yours but
I'm carrying it with you
you know you love me
xoxo
9:07 PM
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