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I guess you are gone from me

for good

and that is to be my punishment

or at least it feels as so

oh why is it that

such dark, cold river

between us now must flow

without you

eight months now too many

have flown like death

to pass me by

your face

from a photo

such a sweet, beautiful haunting

when called upon

always makes me cry

I've come to know

that I am yours

and I always will be

until the day I die

no matter whom I marry

or whose children I bear

the prospect of seeing my M.A.K. again

makes death almost appealing to me

in that shuttered lone sense

as I know I'll no longer have to be

without you

once I'm on my way to my own sweet by and by

I love you so, so much still M.A.K.

oh, why did you have to go and make me think

you've died

will I ever know

it doesn't seem likely

but hope blood lets my teary eyed

melancholy

when the melancholy tires for a second

of blood letting all my hope

and I smile a sad, little smile

when in my mind I see you so clearly

standing at last

before me

alive

grinning wide and laughing

as I open my front door

to you

so gloriously surprised

to learn that you've joyfully returned

to me

assuredly not dead

but miraculously live

and breathing before my very eyes

oh why, just once couldn't it be

this masochistic dream in me

and not you that dies............

(June 23, 2000 1245pm)