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'Twas a cool and sunny day, we both out enjoying the sun room,

She  stood looking to the north west, after we briefly hugged,

With a distant look in her eyes as is the warp had left the loom,

I looked inquisitively at herasking with a grin what it is that bugged?

She let out a deep sigh, her shoulders drooped as if of a great weight,

Oh nothing, I've just woken up, I didn't get to sleep'til late,

Knowing it was not simply another restless sleep,

I pressed her in hope aware I was not going to enjoy what she was to release.

Oh it's you she muttered half annoyed as a small droplet formed in the eye's corner,

I waited knowing full wll she would fly into a fitful rage if I asked again,

After a moment she turned to the north and said there willl not be another meant,

To her as the me, not the me I disguise in my work but the me that loved her.

It was then it was the last days of nous maison nous amour nous á tous et raison d'etre,

I was left to hold the fort after exercising her two years later for two years and then shattered.