Loss Answers In Wind

Loss answers in wind I think of the card she sent Dipped in her perfume, her tears Purple motif, ink, iris Drops of blood of hers She wanted me to leave her From front to back she wrote sad Pouring her hurt soul in words She lived on, but died This was back in eighty five She wrote she was moving on Going back to school, start fresh Driftwood she became Our lives parallel since then No branches on tree of dreams Shameful wasted lives of claim Did she give up life Have thirty year depression Castrate for the pain I caused Die on the cross to repent Loss answers in wind connie pachecho 1/7/16