A man plants flowers in a field stone.
Hating this burden that he was thrown.
Emptiness is all he knows,
This is not the fate that he has chosen.
Though she is gone,
He refuses to be another’s pawn.
Under his hat he hides his eyes,
Muffled in his throat are mournful cries.
His mate is gone although life's pains remain.
He climbs and climbs but never to gain.
He is strong in his weakness.
In his strength you see the bleakness.
He looks around and view’s it all.
He will sit at home with no one to call.
The man is never alone but lonely all the time.
Driven crazy by a small wind chime.
Pictures and memories pass in a flash.
All is gone after the crash.
He can only love,
His Saturn, baby, and dove.
This incredible woman was his life.
He jerks awakes to find asleep next to him is his wife.

To my Saturn, Danielle
Love
Justin
unheardof