A week ago placed a red rose for you and openedA 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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