Doing what we think is best In memoriam of the once shared nest. Vanished love stained with tears, Over the head over heels years. Regrets remain so raw they peel Cuts thrust deep only time can heel. Empty now the heart beats on.
Dance like you will never dance again, for tomorrow is not promised. And if the music stops you will find solace, because you didn’t wait until it was too late. J. L. James