the broken widower

think of me,
dream of me.
hold me tight,
through the night.

guard me then,
guide me now,
keep me warm,
never go.

nights we shared,
dreams we weaved,
broken upon,
a spindle wheel.

we sewn and knitted
our dreams each day.
saw it through,
its peak and drop.

so much memories,
that i can't forget,
too much love,
that can't be given up.

and so the days passed,
and the nights grew colder.
the sun never stopped,
while the fun goes on.

you've left so abruptly,
fifteen years ago.
but my love's still strong,
till i last draw breath.