When Dear John hits you between the eyes some piece of your heart just die and no tears can put out the burning fire consuming every shred of peace, illusion, hope, as we fall into a freezing void with no bottom and with no light at the end...

Dedicated to two of my brothers:

Felix LeRoy Perry
and
Walt Hardester



Thoughts storms, blowing, moving
the windmills of your mind
which will crush pieces of absence
that were encrusted in my heart,
…as the wind carry a small question,
“where are thou…my love?”

Sadness rain falling on a tin roof
covering a tiny inconsequence, oh my!
Letters burning in a lonely fireplace
a flicker of Hell when looking from afar,
…words that returned with a question,
“where are thou?…my love”

Desperate hours, the clock slaves,
unnerving desperation of desperate times,
a soul with a premonition of falling
will grab a straw with a desperate hand,
…when, where, how, with a question,
“where are thou?…my love”

You can torture the flesh with sadistic
pleasure, make the worm to wriggle and cry,
but the ethereal entity living within
will be indestructible there, the one…
…that forever and ever will ask the question,
“where are thou?…my love”