“BLUE” 9 Feb 94

You’re dying
I can hear it
over the wire
there’s still dignity
but so much left undone

Nobody wants to die alone
pride before the storm
touched my heart
with the strength of a man
and having so little time on your hands

not having the strength
love to shout
into the wind
but there’s never enough time

it takes so little
just a fragrance of memory
to conjour your image
silently in front of me

Nothing changes
the mark left upon the world
the words you chose
touched my world

I wish there was something I could do.

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