And when I lost you,
You left behind
A treasure chest of memories!
I feel so wealthy!
Not only do I have myself…
I have so much of you as well!
Damn I’m lucky,
OR blessed!
At this stage in my life…
Who has time for semantics? !
I would like to think I do,
But I’d rather spend those moments
In total gratitude!
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