This must be Goodbye

I don’t know what to call you
I don’t know what to say,
I don’t quite know what happened
I fear that we’ve lost our way.

I don’t see the old me
I don’t see the brimming old you,
I don’t see the two big eyes
that brought you back to you.

I don’t feel the warmth of us
I don’t feel the feeling of you,
I don’t feel that smell of love
that flamed our love anew.

Its all a blur of the senses
it’s all the stuff of dreams,
That he ever lived beside us
has gone all up in flames.


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Quote: Quality of Life

Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have – life itself.

Walter Anderson

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