Thinking Of You

The patio
and the
pool
both
seem
haunted
and the
empty chairs
give the
feeling,
that I'm
looking
at
tombstones,
oh how
I miss
everyone
that was
there,
you
accepted
me for
who
I was,
and
it felt
like
perpetual
Christmas
and a
never ending
gala,
and yes,
there were
the sad
days
there,
but that
is not
what I
choose
to
remember,
but thanks
for the
love,
and thanks
for the
care,
and the
ghosts
of joy
and
laughter
tucked
cozy
warm
in my
memory,
and all
of you
are
gems
and
some
were black
crusty
diamonds,
awaiting
the clean
and the
shine,
I miss you
Ike crazy,
isn't it
odd
how
a
joyous
memory
can
make
you
sad?