he layed on the couch
arms criss-crossed upon his chest
remembering the song she loved with him
in french he would sing to her
Il n'a que des regrets
he sang to her
she'd kiss his cheek.
mourned her absence,
the way Death took her
Il n'a que des regrets
for loving and losing her
now more than ever
he sang for her
Il n'a que des regrets
12.8.95
Alicia E. Barnes
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ALICIA E. BARNES
ae...@virginia.edu
ali...@stealth.net