Tenth Year

TENTH YEAR

Some how it seems just like
It was yesterday.
You were my wife and we
Happy?
Ah yes, I do remember it well,
Oh so well.
Your in your silent way were
Screaming to be free.
Me in my total oblivion was
Completely unaware.
Then you walked out the door
To another.
And I was left to pick up my
Once stable life.
Three years I spent in a lost
Void of misery.
Learning who I was and who I
Wanted to be.
Seven years more to the
Present day of today.
And what do I have to show
For it all now?
Not alot, but then I do have
Me all to myself.
No one to share the fun little
Things of life.
But better still,
No one to bring me down!
My life is my own to be and
To live as I want.
Yes, I have not totally wasted
The years.
And as I remember the
Anniversary with thought.
All I miss of you is your
Mastery of cooking.
I have not eaten so well in
The last ten years.
But a small price to pay for
Freedom I say.
I hope you are happy and will
Always be so.
If you happen to remember
Your past years.
Think only of the good there
May have been.
For anything else is just a
Waste of time.
C.D.RANSOM

The Flame

THE FLAME

The flame of my love
Burns no more,
For you are no longer
The woman I knew and
Loved.
Only the memory of
What you were once,
Do I still love and
Worship.
For the new woman is
Now cold to me,
Showing no tenderness
Or care to the same me.
C.D.RANSOM

6-18-80

6-16-80

Again two years have past
Since I last wrote words.
Time keeps on moving along
The line we have set for it.
But do I?
A year and a half since I
Last spoke to Debbie,
Or has it been less?
I no longer keep up with
It now.
But in the time that has
Passed,
She has had a girl child.
I wish them both love,
Joy and wisdom.
C.D.RANSOM

The Face Hangs

THE FACE HANGS

Down through the sands
Of time my loneliness
Cries out,
“Release me from my
Bonds,
For I grow weak from
Dispair”.
Though the years go by
As time,
A dream of you still
Kills.
Bringing on the moods
That deaden all the
Little joys.
The face hangs low on
Its frame,
And the smiles do not
Appear there.
C.D.RANSOM

It’s Always Easy

IT’S ALWAYS EASY

No matter where I look,
There is something you
Left behind,
And it’s always easy
To find.
You are still at Gary’s
Even after all his moves.
Mack and Bill too have
Things of you,
Seems Your memory I
Will never be able to
Lose.
Still even after all
These years and at
Karen’s new place.
There are somethings
That were made by your
Sweet embrace.
C.D.RANSOM

5-31-78

5-31-78

Still here and alive.
Maybe more now than
Before.
She has not returned
As of yet,
And it does not look
Like she will.
Talked to her last
Monday,
Doesn’t sound like
She has changed at all
In the last two years.
I wonder if she ever
Will?
I am changing,
A lot more still to
Come before I’m through
With her and what I
Let happen to myself.
But at least I am alive
And growing.
C.D.RANSOM

A Thought, Two Years Later

A THOUGHT, TWO YEARS LATER

Ah my lost Deborah,
Through the agony and
Sweet ecstasy of pain,
I do so long to hold
You tight,
So to feel the warmth
Of your body next to
Mine again.
To touch and caress
The places again,
I so long ago made
Love too.
This I dream of
Tonight,
For only you made my
Loving special and
Wonderful.
C.D.RANSOM

Tears Keep Falling

TEARS KEEP FALLING

My nights still spent
Alone.
The years make no
Difference.
Ever my love keeps
Going strong.
And my tears keep
Falling.
C.D.RANSOM

8, 15, 77

8, 15, 77

Five hundred and ninety
Two days you have been
Gone.
Seems like years and years
To me,
And still the tears keep
Coming from these eyes.
I still love you and miss
You My Darling Deborah,
Till time ends my life
And I am no longer here,
Then I’ll be free from
This loneliness of missing
You.
C.D.RANSOM

I Once Married

I ONCE MARRIED

I once married a woman,
A child I’m told,
She wanted my heart,
But I gave her my soul.
And when she left,
She took my heart and
Left my rung out soul.
Dead and empty.
I now return to the
Life of the world I
don’t like,
Or must I?
Do I have the strength
To carry on alone?
Do I want to?
Do I wait to see if
My Love comes around?
My dead inner being
Says yes,
My heart says yes.
But my world training
Say no.
And who knows if she
Will ever over come it?
She is not looking in
The right places.
Others will love her,
For she has beauty,
Brains and the sense
Of a child who is lost.
Any man would want her.
I wish she could see
The world as it is.
I cry for the hurts she
Will receive from it.
Why does my pride and
Ego still have to show
Up when I talk to her?
All it does is to push
Her farther away,
When all I want to do
Is bring her back.
C.D.RANSOM