Friday, January 6, 2012

1/6

A week ago placed a red rose for you and opened
A beer, winter lager you would like, to share -
Jayne, me, you.

A year ago kept busy painting, holding tight the pain
Of loss, finding comfort in a painting a master did.
Took it home.

Two years ago, shattered, the beautiful pieces left are
Still sharp, not dulled any, but held in love another day,
Even this day.

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