Sometimes I would think of beautiful or of sad stories

And then write poems down

Put myself into the stories of the characters I created

And then feel happy or sad for them…

Today I’m in a real story

This is real life and I miss you dearly.

It is as sad as it can get

And as happy as one can imagine…

The songs in my head that night are still playing

My conscience is clear as day

We can walk this life through

If we decide we want, we can have what we want!!


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