I can’t tell you how many times, I’ve said I wish, and I wanted to.
Whether, that be to take back my words, when I couldn’t pull a promise through;
or, when I think back to the times, I didn’t take to honour you.
My heavy heart, is stuck singing the blues;
knowing, now, that this world is without a love so true.
Here I am, to pay you my respects that are long overdue.
As, the clouds are coming closer, I’ve been left to cradle my own joy.
Because, your show was called a wrap, like you were suddenly deployed.
What has been loved, and lost, has not yet been destroyed.
What rolls my conscious, into something like a ball of yarn; a cat could see as a toy;
is having to leave this flower, at your wake; which represents your heart of coy.
Now, I realize, I’m talking sweet, to a sheet of metal,
about how my life, became an uphill pedal.
But, you were a muse, whom I admired; morphing through the mettle.
You always made my heart, race, in a way that made me think, that it would never settle.
Your love remains precious, to me, like the raindrops on flower petals.
My mind has been, a burning kettle, since, you returned your sacred vessel.
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