There are dead spots in my brain
Those places that cannot feel
They hold the tears of rain
Then overflow but never heal

I am lost among the hollies
Pricked by the touch of the leaves
The red of those poison berries
Cause my feelings to heave

Bursting without a warning
Sobs gush in spite of my will
These days in gray ash mourning
Are impossible to live with or kill

They are just what they are
Not limited by time nor place
This sadness is stronger by far
Than the look you see on my face

Grief cannot be restrained
Nor can it be placed upon a shelf
It cries out in the depths of pain
Revealing the anguished self

So forgive me if I write too much
About the love that we once shared
I am so lonely for his tender touch
He showed me the ultimate care

In every poem he wrote for me
And in those we wrote together
He loved so full and eternally
He made my life so much better

I think of him and our precious time
My dreams are troubled and real
I look at his picture and say, 'you're mine'
For death will not my love steal.