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Let her be

Shes my connection

To my joyous time

My happy predilection

With younger times

 

My free of pain times

My natural high, morphine assimilated time

 

My mind raced free

Our burdens were not heavy

 

Shes my connection

 

Every day with her

is a chance to remember

A dance in the embers

promenading within the dangers

gracefully bravely wholeheartedly

the only burn the adrenal rush

 

Smile on my children's faces

Silly wasted days with red faces

no guilt no regret, lets while away the bouyancy

 

Let her be

For me

A chance to dance with her

recalls our times of reckless chance

of no end in sight

a dance amongst life's happenstance

 

Now I tip toe amongst the embers,

need help to plan every step

her company guides me

to float above the coals

as they await my afternoon return

daily when she walks away

our tears the last remaining douse

their sizzling sound

defiant against the inevitable burn

a transparent shrouding of the unavoidable

 

I seclude myself

bolster against the night

wishing on her return, her voice taking me through the dark

the black cold hollow burn of emptiness

 

Let her be, my remaining glee

Allow me whats left of selfishness, of what it may mean to be free, just her and me

my remaining love, my soul saving company

let her be, let me feel wanted one more time,

our only selfish wish left

I like to think, she also needs me

◄ Promises made in whispers

Our David ►

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