It was a very sad time, I blame myself
Our stories together, are like books on a shelf

Mostly short stories, some happy, some sad
I don’t like them all, but for most, I’m glad

One day there was no music, our melody had grown old,
So we argued and fought until our hearts were cold

Like a bird held silent on a morning in spring
We stopped hearing the music, we didn’t dance and sing

I’m not sure what happened, there was nothing on the wall
My fix was short and the problem was tall

The melody of our life would no longer play
Our hearts in shock, we both walked away  

The new life was painful, It seemed there was just me
With my anger and sadness, how could this be?

I sat and pondered the anguish of my fate
How could this happen, I was filled with hate

Day after day, I was owned by its power
Consumed in the misery, locked in its tower

Then one day it happened, I didn’t feel sad
A new day had risen, I was seemingly glad

My smiles were much stronger and my heart seemed to rest
The day and its sunshine seemed at its best

As my distance got further from the darkness and shame
My feelings were weaker for anger and blame

And one day while laughing, I could see that, for me    
My heart and my soul were finally free

It’s amazing to watch you; your mind is so free
So few people see it, could it only be me?
Your genius and beauty are special and bold
Your soul so warm; your heart, pure gold
I am lucky to know you, and be your good friend
Our love is perfect, never ever to end.
Time is a game that souls never play
A year, a month, a moment, a day
Always together until time ends
Lovers, sweethearts, partners and friends.

I have lived a life, a tale on a trail
Sometimes success, sometimes to fail

I have walked and talked fast and slow
With strangers, workers and people I know

I have moved my world both near and far
Following a dream, my own little star

But now, the evening, I look back at my trail
I can see my tracks but it’s not so clear, my tale

Where did I start? Where is my home?
What did I do?  Why am I alone?

Nothing to finish, no more children to raise
Where are the friends that shared my days?

Would the answers make me happy or is it better to forget?
I’ll find that out later, it’s not over yet