Tragic is the life ended so suddenly.
Tragic is the void that's been left in me.
Most often staring out into the never.
A hazy horizon that sets beyond the river.
I don my stetson, front brim tipped way down.
A broken cowboy, life of a rodeo clown.
Lifting my head up just to know I am not missing much.
So much love deep within but so numb to the touch.
I may have died also when you went away.
I fight just for one smile since, each and every day.
'Gets easier' , it hasn't, least not for me.
A deep breath, a sigh, I now live life on bended knee.

'Yours and everyone's concrete-poet'