Loss

By RJ Wood
Walking down a road,
once was dirt, once was paved.
Walkin' on, headin' down,
remembering that purple gown.
Dying inside, weathering outside,
computers offer no refuge,
books offer no solitude.
Remembering that crimson flower,
remembering the loss of squire.
Loss of a friend, loss of hope,
Loss of my ability to cope.