Sitting at my computer in front of a window
with the moonlight coming through,
I find myself thinking about you.
And I’m remembering how nice it was
being with you.
And what a wonderful part of my life those
seven years were.
Though our love ended when you got sick
and didn’t want to burden me
and left despite my forever vow to be there
always for you, I’m okay with our lost love now.
And though alone and over twenty years older,
I’ll go to my grave remembering you
and how much you meant to me.
Bob Boyd