Dorthea

Beautiful days of the lost Lenore.
So many things are not like before.
The past has changed me some how.
Things I have went through and then now.

Shadows of the past still haunt me.
A future that could of been daunts me.
Choices made in the day felt at night.
Dreams unfurl like a prisoner in flight.

The birds sing your name on high.
I chance to hear them as they fly by.
You still wonder through my mind.
My thoughts of you are still kind.

I knew our time was so short lived.
I have felt robbed for so much you gived.
I could not understand how much you cared.
So many things about you I was unaware.

Shadows cast from a forgotten realm.
We were both stationed at the helm.
I have lost you so many times.
You were cut down in your prime.

How can I still not think of you
for you to me you were so true.
I remember your passing from me
but also you made yourself for me.

You made an impression on me, honey.
You stayed with me when we had no money.
You gave all of yourself to me.
You took me even with my history.

How I long to remember you in life.
How I really miss my one true wife.
Our picture I still have in my room.
It is not to me a picture of doom.

You gave to me all of your heart
and of my life you were so much a part.
You lived in my life by my side
and upon my dreams you still ride.

I pour out my love to you my dearest one.
I remember your presence my cherished one.
I will always remember what we had
even if it drives me plum mad.

It is a day of extreme grieving
and my tears I feel you are recieving.
Comfort my darkness woman I love.
Fly to my heart like a dove.

Help me to remember the love we had.
Help me to forget some of this bad.
Help me to stand tall in this time of need.
Help me to walk on my own like you freed.

Calm my nerves like you did in life.
Help me to cope with all this strife.
Help me to make sense of it all
like you did before your fall.

Take some of this pain for it is much to bear.
I am just trying to live with you not here.
I am trying to fill in your shoes.
I am trying to pay my dues.

This emptiness that you left
that makes me feel so bereft.
This longing for what I can't undo.
Dorthea, you are a dream reaper, too.