I saw her on the train,today, and couldn't remember her name, from interaction,long ago,which clearly means, in my life,and yours,people and things,much like passing trains, come and go

I miss your warm warm,smile, and gentle touch, to my spirit,it meant so very much,thoughts of you, every now and than,rise up like sunshine, in my mind,I can see you sitting, at the kitchen table, tired back, and body, toward the door, having come in , from  a late ,work night,or hear  you, walking up the stairs, and know, that you.re alright,sometimes, you come home, much to tired, to eat, and all that's on your mind, is how fast,you can fall into the dark,arms of sleep,I miss you,even though, we were together,for only a brief time,like a glowing candle,blown out,by a sudden breeze,but sometimes,sad things happen to us in this life, without an understandable reason or a rhyme, I know that you can't hear me, across death's wide miles,pardon me, while I get a tissue,but I miss you

So many people gone,death  came, and took them. all away, but I keep holding on, because in time, and life, I want to stay, there are no more tears, as onward, this man goes, looking forward,to greet the coming years,before  moving on, so I keep holding on, won't sing no more sad , and mournful songs. got to keep holding on, through the mist of disappointment, you know, at every  funeral, I  wept  a lot of real, falling tears, and when no one, was looking on, at me, wrestled with each, new hidden fear, I keep  holding on, got a lot of living,yet to do, until each, and every single moment,left is gone, I keep holding on

YOUR love,came as a promise,but turned into a keeper,eventually allowingyou,to explore with yielded permission, the territory of my responses,that was so long ago, and like all loves ,in this life,the new turned into the old, sweet like aged wine or cheese,each moment of time, I long to keep, my passion, desire, stirred fresh,and to have and hold,this present love forever

Emptiness, loneliness, are like being, in the middle, of a great forest, far  removed from people, feeling, noise, houses, everything.  Yet old men fished in the running creek, children biked under the warm sun, or played tag, on the road, deer were seen, all the time, early mornings, fog kissed the ground, and the neighborhood, was bathed in quiet, on certain days , and times, rain falls, like holy water, those upon those hoping, for miracles,or some magic,to make everything better, or at least,bright and new

IF you haven't my  read, my poetic  voice,for quite some time,its only because, on January 3rd, on a Germaintown street, I blacked out,fell  down ,and on the sidewalk hurt,my head,somebody passing by,called 911, when being put, into the ambulance on the way,to Chesthill Hospital,I was awake, long enough, to tell the ambulance driver my medical history, and who to call, each loved one,close to me,I  put in room,570A, propped up, in a bed,with bars on either side, that went up or down, and  as the Iv, dripped into,my right vein,while lying on,my back,I thank the Lord, that I was still, alive, and here,above, the ground,the cardiogist, thought, that I would need,a pacemaker,but on the treadmill, as I walked for seven full,minutes, even he,was amazed, and I'm  grateful ,that I came home,on JANUARY 6th,and now am writing, and sharing this very,poem, because I could,have been down, deep, on the other side,of life, in a newly dug fresh grave.

your love,filled my yesterday, and will surely satisfly ,all of my tomorrows.now,their's no desire,within for my mind, to reach back, into the past, for an old love that I could borrow.I wait in silent  time, to hear your key, quietly open,the lock,and a waiting ear, for words,that you might say, its like longing,deep down inside, for Christmas every single day. let me thank you, for each and every,moment, thank you,for today. Its true,that no knows for,sure, if love will last, or the dream,inside will,endure,but,we must risk,the chance,on a relationship, that might fade, and if, it was ,not meant to,be, than we go,our separate ways,with the memories,that we freed, but, I'll put all,of that, out of my mind, in order to say,our hearts might be, overcast, but let me, thank you for today