Comments about Anthony James
The oceans gray, reflective past.
Losing first, trailing last.
The summers eve, nights well spent.
Her floral dress, lavender scent.
Inside, timid child, a grown man's plight.
These memories flow, so easy with thought.
Our lovers- broken embrace, the friends we've fought.
So now I dine alone, with sadness heavy.
Reminiscent songs, my suicide ready.