I mourn you this night.
Tears are old rain.
They drum on a blue tin roof.
Pictures fill my head.
Faded. Colors gone.
Your beautiful face,laughing.
What is left for me now??
I paint your face in abstract form.
Symbols bleed into each other.
It comforts me though.
You are still my muse.
Oh! Sister of my heart,
You are all that kept me.
What do I do now,
As i age and mourn?
I drink.
I dream.
I pray.
You are gone and
There is nothing
that heals me.
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Good to read you again, lady. There is a saying; "It is the doom of men that they forget." Of course, we never "completely" forget, do we? I'm with Scarecrow on this one. "Remember, but do carry on." Take care of you and write on...... 
