“I knew I was in trouble when we met, dark clouds all around me, I couldn’t find the light.”
The Price I Pay – Desert Rose Band
A screen door open day led to a conversation with my young upstairs neighbor, thoughtfully sweeping my walk & patio from errant planting soil. Showed her my evolving photograph gallery and pointed to my late Sweethearts Portrait. And she asked me how we met and I told her the truth – the parking lot of a neighborhood saloon. And it lasted almost 30 years – until death we did part. It was love at first sight – scared both of us. And now, I miss her, all day.
Goodbye is the other price, paid.
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