ComradeZink

In so many ways By Mitchell Zink In so many ways, I felt she was there. From those diamond like eyes, To that flowing blonde hair. A grief that still fills me with sighs, No more tears and no more lies. But in so many ways, I still think of you. A life oh so young, And a love oh so new. A song still to be sung, A throw still from death's final rung. Yet in so many ways, I still need you now. From the honk of your car, To that first sighted wow. We would have gone far, Had you not gone to that bar. In so many ways, I know the end is near. From that last red rose, To that heartache and fear. The tear drop still flows,