From gloomy streets of Hamilton
To blue Pacific shores...

A sweet hand on my shoulder,
While sitting at the computer...

Lost
A well worn path toward destruction...

The Sandman Inn looks at me,
Across the parking lot...

Portrait of a working man,
Struggling through the day...

Heaven truly sent you.
Angels call your name...

An empty room is loud with your absence.
Shadows remind of how colourful you are...

I had a wonderful non memory just yesterday.
I didn't remember the smell of your hair...

The last Ritz cracker mocks me,
For being all alone...

Getting old isn't fun
....duh...

Who is the girl that I call my own?
A vision that's risen from loveliness sown...

Mothers Day is almost here.
I hear your child give a cheer...