James Taylor knew, didn’t he, the pain of
Thinking he’d have one more chance
To hold a hand
To say the words and hear theirs in return
To savor their embrace
Only to be denied these comforts
Forever.
Oh, I always thought that I’d see them
One more time again.
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I feel your pain in those words so clearly. You could write a whole novel with this poem as a preface.
Duke Ellington was quoted, “I merely took the energy it takes to pout and wrote some blues.” Sounds like you have a case of the blues, my friend.
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Oh Flo, I say and cried to Fire and Rain yesterday. Not only have I lost two of my favorite people, but the guy I dated before I met David just passed away from esophageal cancer. He and I had stayed in touch and I’d become Facebook friends with his wife. Then one of David’s golf buddies died—cancer. and the father of a friend passed last week. It’s just been a hard time.
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Feeling for you
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So much to deal with, take care of yourself and know we all care.
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