This morning

while holding your

note in my

hand.


the sun

fell unexpectedly

full somersaults

from the sky.

a fiery pinwheel

of downward

motion.


a molten

avalanche

of gigantic

proportions.

crashing all

around me,

as I sat

at my

morning table

eating my Monday

ritual

of oatmeal

and wheat bread.


abiding to

doctors orders

like an old dog

trying to be

taught new

tricks.


now uncertain

of what is to

become of me,



I know only

one thing

for sure.


I would of

loved you

one more day

with all my heart,


if you

would

of let

me.