Is it wrong, to love you so?
Your death was such a hammer blow
On those last visits each week
You could barely even speak
But instead you often did cry
As you just wanted to end it and die.
Remember, remember the 4th of November
Suicide, hanging, a knot
The thought of your pain
As you hung from that frame
Drives me insane.
Life's not the same.
But I have your image all around
So many pictures of happy times
Us together, you were happy then.
Bittersweet memories abound,
They can never be done again.
But life goes on, my love endures
A part of me is always yours.
There is so much to you I owe.
Is it wrong, to love you so?
Patrick C. Notchtree