My dear

Are you there

my dear

my dear

Are you anywhere

My soul I calls out for you

My dear

I wonder if you hear

It keening or crowing so loud

At times

It seems so loud to me

Whether it is in the joyous remembering

or of the sorrow of the Lost of you

You live amongst my thoughts

Crowded as they are

Sometimes joyful memory and other times a scar