Beloved Cindy
Beloved Cindy
Beloved Cindy died today,
With her, she took my heart away.
For forty years, we were “we,”
Now, “we” is only me.
She's had health problems, as many knew,
But now her suffering is through.
I never thought that this would end,
Today, I lost my dearest friend.
After decades, we had ESP,
I knew her, and she knew me.
I'm looking forward to the time,
That we're reunited, so sublime.
I should have made her a perfect life,
Free of stress, lacking strife.
Alas, it was not to be,
After all, she married me.
Our quarrels were small, we never fought,
Contretemps were almost naught.
To be mad at her was just absurd,
She was like an injured bird.
She thanked me often for my art,
Of which she said she felt a part.
Of each drawing, she would say,
We were really on our way.
Now I sit here, thinking of
My past life, and Love
She is watching, that I know
To meet again, once I go!
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