Friday, October 16, 2009

I just can't help myself.

Dear Freda,

Now that you're gone, all that's left is a band of gold. All that's left of the dreams I hold is a band of gold and the memories of what love could be if you were still here with me.

Love always,

Wally

P. S. I wait in the darkness of my lonely room, filled with sadness, filled with gloom.

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