A dialogue between a lady and her dead husband.


Are you Happy


Staring at the crystal ball
right in front of the gypsy woman
On the marble ground in the shrine
I can see your face.
It's a little blur but I know its you,
I can still make out the scar i
gave you on your head
when we fought in the kitchen.
Am a little troubled now you've gone,
I feel lonely, and have trouble sleeping.
I regret all the trouble I cost you
I feel responsible for your death
I am sorry for all my wrong deeds
I know I was at fault most of
The times we fought
And I am really sorry.

Do not feel responsible for my death my dear wife
I died a natural death,
What happened between us happened for a reason
Relax my dear wife and enjoy your life
For life is what living.





Poetry by kayce
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Written on 2006-11-03 at 22:14

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