Transcendental Sonnet #1250:
Losing Silke
alone at three in the morning
I asked her what do I do now and she said "write"
That is all I can do it connects me to you
And I am not alone so on the telephone
As we spoke for that last time she told me to rhyme
She said she would come visit me come haunt my house
I hope she does
And she will always be my Embla Engelmaus
She always was
My pencils are stubby and my face is stubbly
How am I going to do this?
I feel the emptiness of losing her doubly
That I never tasted her kiss
She was a beautiful dream I never met
Tonight resolution mingles with regret
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Take care,
Sherry
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
M.Rose