What would I do without her?
How could I live?
Yet people do go on I know
After a loved one is gone.
She sits outside my window
Sipping coffee in the morning, pensive.
Her profile so familiar to me.
I envision that image missing and stop,
I can't bear the thought, and won't.
Even now my desktop bears her portrait
Happy, smiling in the sunshine by the
water.
That's my girl, the young yesterday girl
Same person, seasoned, wiser and so lovely.
I loved her then and love her now, more
deeply
With the memories of our years.
By Ron Unruh, August 22, 2014
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