Dear sweet lover, wife, and friend,
I’ll love you with a love so fond
Through this life and to its end
And in the life beyond
From her Pete
When I remember boyhood dreams I’m sad
That all I would accomplish was not done.
‘Not all’? I might more truthfully say...
Sometimes you don’t remember she’s gone
-You should, it’s quiet- in the rooms, outside
And it’s quiet because she’s died...
