My new bed,
perfect in every respect.
Comfort at its peak.
Finally,
some peaceful rest.

As if it respects me
and welcomes me,
so will I, of it.

I am now readied,
as perfect as my bed.

Eyes closed tight,
I am put in to rest,
completely.

All thoughts and dreams
thoroughly released,
no reason to toss or turn,
I remain still.

Suddenly,
as a shadow of darkness,
purist of black,
encompasses my body,
I could sleep forever.

The casket is closed.

Come on now,
you know me better than that.

Me(?).... depressed(?)...
What makes you think that....(?),
the non-existent smile,
mumbling of words,
maybe lack of enthusiasm(?)

Noooo,
of course not...,
It's that of my nature
looking troubled, lost,
as if I were seeking comfort.

Really,
go,
I'm fine.
Just a little tired...
i guess fourteen hours of sleep,
today, wasn't enough.

Oh,
It's probably just a bug,
being just a few days,
having lost all this weight.
Yeah, that must be it...

Well,
if I don't see you later,
I mean,
just wanted you to know,
I'm lucky and all,
you having been such a good friend...

okay....
I guess...
Well,
Bye............

well, we never truly forget, but we do learn to live with it!

Her voice, resonating softly in my mind,
her image, covering my every reflection.

Remnants of a once blooming rose,
flatenned between blank pages of a book,
where words of love
slowly erased by sorrow soaked tears
once told our story,
lies, with color now faded.

Left only to linger
remains the sweet scent,
of a once thriving love,
thought never to sour.

A potent reminder of things left unsaid,
feelings never expressed,
and heart pushed beyond reach...

Leaving my purpose behind,
my thoughtless, unreserved self,
allows me only to breathe.

So true IAM4U, unconditional love IS real love...

Real love is self-sacrifice without hesitation. Real love,
unfortunately, can be buried so deep inside people without being known
or felt by the ones for whom it's held, often taken with them to the
grave upon death, but if circumstance had arised, there would have been
nothing that would have been able to keep it contained. It is only the
carrier that truly knows the depth of their love.

Strong words JT.... Can relate. Been on both sides of that fence... I
Just want someone who's willing to stradle that fence w/me w/out falling
off.

yes he is= supercalifragilisticespialidocious

I, for one, don't appreciate stereotyping, but finnd great enjoyment
listening to the stereo when I type!!!!

OK, just ask me politely to leave and you won't have to suffer with my
corny jokes anymore!

I hope not my head!

Muchos Gracious Cybear, but unfortunately to keep up the good work I
usually have to sacrifice being content with my life!

Good evening all, I am "virtually" here!

You ain't kidding 4U, I've probably got close to a mil in car miles
with infrequent mishaps. It's not like 1978 when I started driving, and
I love motorcycling but haven't in about 10 years because of
over-crowding and careless drivers.

I think I've just gone dyslexic!

I've been cut-off several times and pushed into the shoulder, squeezed,
or rode half-on half-off the road and fortunately didn't have an
accident. yeah, I get pissed at the other driver and react, but
honestly, most often it was my own damn fault for speeding. It's hard
for someone to safely chage lanes, when there's some idiot who appears
out of no-where moments between when a driver checks his rearview
mirror and begins excecuting their lane change!

And yes, I guess I just called myself an idiot. But I'm trying...

Oh yes, there are plenty of good men out there... The question is, where
is "there"!!!

Thanks Michael....

Spay, believe me, I've done plenty of soul-searching! I wrote this a
couple years ago but figured I'd post it for any input.

And don't hold back, be a smart-ass, a critic, or whatever... I'm a
big boy, I can take it! About the only thing that could make me
flip-out these days is someone hurting my 6 yr. old daughter!

Desperately I search for ann answer,
posessing not,
the worthiness of question.

Reasons I'd failed.

Her;
wanting that only of love,
I'd once given so freely,
now, in days long past.

Myself;
taking for granted
the core of her desires.

Little signs I ignored
like the subtle,
yet powerful hints
written on her face,
which I was too blind to see.

Time, with its eroding properties
settled deep in her heart.

Ability to mend, now
far beyond limitations.

As if only to torture myself,
I ask again and again,
the same question,
with answer I still choose too ignore.

Why has she left me?

I believe marriage to be the right choice when you want to have
children, otherwise living together in a committed relationship is the
better choice...mostly for the man who generally stands to lose most
financially through divorce. It cost me about a half mil to be married
for 7 years, but I have a beautiful 6 yr. old daughter and willingly
gave my ex the house and some cash during an uncontested civil divorce!
At least since my daughter primarily lives at her place, it's ok by me.

Oooops, should have read ( whether "we're" woman or man!)