"First Thoughts Alone" many sleepless nights,
memories in "Our Lifes Song" I begin to recite.
Left hand that holds her ring on the small finger,
one, two, three, then the forth kiss will linger.
With painted lips random all over a card,
reading words written is always so hard.
Drawn to the drawer, her layers of mesh and lace,
things that should fill them are not in their place.
Pulled to the nose, senses filled with the smell,
a place where reality might never again dwell.
The presence is still here, the love is quite known,
every morning the same with "First Thoughts Alone"
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