Bowdlerize

I wonder what it is I am missing

All these pieces I cannot connect

I am rather like the Charlie Chaplin character

Waiting for the girl

Making all the bread rolls dance

Alone

The feelings of loss so acute

Expurgate this soul from that

I simply was not aware

The potential for awareness censored

Naturally tragically

Unaware

Until awareness comes washed ashore

After bobbing in a bottle

The message stark and cold

No more

Really?

How can this be

It was all to be so perfect

Time and patience virtues of my possession

Honesty perhaps too aware

And exuberant

Being free together for one another

The Irregular in a Regular tome

The End is not in sight as yet

Interludes will indeed must light a way

For two so indifferent different

Perfect nuts in a squirrely incident

And another chapter to be written

RLM 2012 No Fear Friends