Nancy Imelda Schafer

"Cries"

Once a week, I have a good cry.
I think of the tymes we shared together, and all the things we never did.
I think of how much, I love you still.
Always.

I think of you more
When another has managed to get my attention.

Getting my attention?

HAHAHA
Compare it to a monkey climbing a greased pole.

Damn near impossible,
And only a compassionate, patient Man would persist.

...

Your words:
"Why do I compare the world to her?"

...

Why do I compare the world to you?

Why should I have to?
Why is it so hard to let another get close to me?
Only you knew the depths of my soul.

God how I miss you in my life.
Your wisdom.
Your laughter.
Your voice.
Our music.
Our nytes together.
My confidant.

Damn... is fishing season open yet?
...and the hat.

It's been one year since you've gone out on your own.
I am so very proud of you.

What is this we have here Everyman?
Can you PLEASE explain it to me?

Is it nothing?
Is it everything?

What the hell is it?

You once said;
"I have a whole so big in my soul...
You could drive a truck through it."

I say; "Ditto."

~.~.~.~.~.~

Today...
I had a good cry
While watching the monkey climbing the pole to my heart.

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