A huddle
Maybe cuddle
A kiss, so long
I loved her song
Her voice
No choice
I miss her so
More beautiful than a doe
All I can do is hide my woe
Once I hug her one last time
Before the 12 'clock chime.
I love her
But I feel a burr
in my side
As she leaves my clouded vision.
Clouded memories.
No accessories.
I'll see you soon,
Blue.
