Charlie girl.
You should have married me.
I know you loved me.
I wanted to make a life with you.
I wanted to cherish you.
You chose another which was your right.
But I loved you too.
Where are you? What happened to you?
I'm sure you've spoken to me in my dreams.
Touched me and laid your head on my shoulder.
Looked at me with those wise brown eyes and that half smile.
Does that mean you're dead? That you come to me now, a spirit, bringing a sort of penance?
Or is it just that even in death, love still exists?
I have no doubt that it does.
I think about you, about the horses, the ranch, the kids that might have been, your poems and your beautiful poets soul.
Especially at night.
When it's quiet.
I feel your touch.
And I hold you close.
My soul quietens.
For a while.
Posted by anonymous at January 28, 2008 11:00 PM
Excuse me while I go throw up.
Posted by: at February 1, 2008 7:13 AMrude rude elsie. that was beautiful, Mr.
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Posted by: N at February 1, 2008 9:34 AMAw,c'mon, N. Sometimes it's fun to be a lil' rude.
Posted by: at February 2, 2008 6:22 AMLovely.
Posted by: at February 3, 2008 10:02 AMYeah, you're right. It was kind of funny. But you have to add a j/k or something because if you poured your heart out into a poem thingy and someone said it made them want to puke it wouldn't be quite as funny.
Posted by: N at February 4, 2008 11:12 AM