Dearest

You are gone And I am so lonely. One minute, so full of life, So full of living; Then, suddenly, you are gone. Yet, You are everywhere. Hardly an hour goes by That I do not stumble over your memory and cry, and cry. How was I to know So much of me Was you? That caring for you Consumed so much of me? But, memories are not enough. I need to be touched by your soul, To feel your presence with me. Ah, Lass, If you be out there And if you can spare a minute, I need you.

by Jerry Betts

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