Remember, Her Tenderness, Though

March 2017

Remember, Her Tenderness, Though


Once, she was my queen.

And I rode her, like the wind.

And, I'm sitting here, all .....alone.

And wishing, that I was gone.

For, I've lost my queen.

She was a mother, and lover.

And I miss, the simple touch.

That her smile, made, upon my heart.

I'm lost, in the wilderness, of

Surrounded, by lost moments.

Time, has only stopped, for

And only, in my head.

For still, 

my body ages....




I'll be dead.....

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