Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Your gift to me

I sit alone in the cafe where we met,
the rain slowing collecting in pools outside...
like all the tears I shed for you over the years,
they reflect the cloudy skies, and passing storm...
my loss was never too much to bare...
for I know I lived and loved,
I felt and cared, your gift to me,
before you were taken away...

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