Me at that oak table
Sitting on that couch
There in that room
of what was then
Our house
You on the loveseat
There by my side
We then together
in grandeurs
warm light
There is where
the good the bad
and the beautiful
transpired
Supposing all the tomorrows
were held within Our hand
The days then were precious
Now sadly never again
As I remember
how it all went
I think of you
lovely as an Angel
from Heaven sent
My eyes cannot see
through all of the tears
Thinking back on
the best of of Our life
of those most wonderful years
Since you've been gone
I must you then now tell
I'll see you in Heaven
because I've already
been there in Hell.
-R.
11.27.17
-LA
-4MAR
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
Me at that oak table
Sitting on that couch
There in that room
of what was then
Our house
You on the loveseat
There by my side
We then together
in grandeurs
warm light
There is where
the good the bad
and the beautiful
transpired
Supposing all the tomorrows
were held within Our hand
The days then were precious
Now sadly never again
As I remember
how it all went
I think of you
lovely as an Angel
from Heaven sent
My eyes cannot see
through all of the tears
Thinking back on
the best of of Our life
of those most wonderful years
Since you've been gone
I must you then now tell
I'll see you in Heaven
because I've already
been there in Hell.
-R.
11.27.17
-LA
-4MAR
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