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Sue
I'm watching the river that I once knew.
Through the window pane, scattered with fine rain.
I'm thinking of you Sue.
I'm thinking about getting out, if it isn't to cold that is...
But I've chosen to stay here a while.
Just thinking about the way that you beguile.
As your smile is always blooming, like spring bluebells
casting colour beneath the trees.
I'm thinking about all the times that we could have made.
If only I would have stayed to say hello.
If you were here now beside me,
I know, that you would never let me fade.
But the rain still comes down yet.
So fine, yet soaking wet.
And their is reflection to be had within my shelter.
There is regret abound.
And I'm not sure there will be a day
soon, or somewhere down the line.
That I will fall in love again -
that I will write another rhyme.
For you seem to me, myself whole and complete.
You seem to me all that I could need.
Yet, these poems and letters never you do read,
they were written only for my greed.
Only for my need, it seems to me.
So far away in thought, within this valley.
The fish and birds can be heard
within relative peace, that my mind does seek.
And the shy heron, once wading for his food now glides.
He's done his day, as it starts to die.
And I think I'm done here too, for I have lost the time.
It's still me, myself and mine.
I'm leaving the river that I once knew.
Through the window pane, scattered with heavy rain.
I'm dreaming of you Sue.
I'm thinking of all the letters and poems that you will never see.
