Soft Music, Hard Pain

In the wee hours of the morning, as my days now always start;

I listen to soft sounds of New Age music, and the pain of my broken heart!

So lonely now without you, such emptiness inside;

I could irrigate the deserts, with the tears that I have cried!

I try to make rhyme or reason, of why this had to be;

I thought for several more years, you’d still be here with me!

But you got dealt some very bad cards, when you were “all in” on the hand;

In an instant you tournament ended, as you lost your final stand!

I sang dirges at your funeral, while you floated to the stars;

I felt my soul depart my body, and meet yours on Planet Mars!

I’ve never known such sorrow, nor had such a broken heart;

It’s shown no signs of healing, in our sixteen months apart!

So in the darkness of my sanctum, I write the “poetry of you”;

It brings me some alleviation, telling how I love you true!

This love is never ending, till my final Earthly reign;

Soft music guides my pen hand, assisted by hard pain!