Bob and me plus twentyfive: Through The Years

I Died A Death

I died a death but stayed alive
In phantoms likeness I survive
Alive, yet dead, I walk alone
In rooms with walls as cold as stone.

I lived a life and dreamed a dream
Ane loved the life you lived with me
Then in the whisper of a breath
You left, and then I died a death

Though dead I live, I cannot part
from love that lives within my heart
Within my sorrow I must strive
To keep my hope and faith alive.

You slowly took your final breath
...'twas me, my dear,
who died a death.

Elizabeth Santos

Bob and me plus twentyfive

Friday, October 10, 2008

Through The Years

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