I hardly ever think of you anymore.

That wound where my heart has been tore

  asunder, did heal to a steady pain 

    and that calm, sweet smile that you wore

� �  has faded enough to let me stay sane



  while going thought to thought, each day by day.

At least enough so I can say

   what finally has become of that life

      of youth I would have gladly lay 

         down for you, who I called my loving wife.



Seems to just have petrified, as it grew

   older. All the while mourning you.
 
Mourning for my slip of a precious girl.

While years went past, as I went through 

  them each and every one, with a constant swirl



    of pain from grief, all around me.

I am better now, as you may see

�   that after all these many years

      how days go by that let me be 

  �     and never start to cause those tears.



You were the first I ever loved, my dear.

A love of thirty some-odd year

   before your death caused us to part

  �   and then it was but just a mere 

         forty more I have held you in my heart.



But as life fades before my very eyes

  I've come to understand, and realise

    just how strong and true that love really was

     to withstand as my life's most cherished prize.

To outlast this life for me, as it does.



To stand here so long and all alone

  caused me to wish I could again, go home.

 Caused me to forget the words to our song.

Made me wonder; can I keep going on?

If I don't, would that be so very wrong?





Hardly Ever

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