Purging Once More

Time to purge these old grey cells,
so here goes.
What you'll read next, won't
make sense.

I walked through the fountain of burning
flames. Am I in Hades? Would you care
to explain? Why I see you when I know
you're not there and still hear your voice,
everywhere.

Last night at the computer, I felt a tug on
my left arm and heard your voice, say
"Jerry." You were downstairs.
Why do these strange things occur?
Down the fast road, I ran at a trot. Why?
I don't know, forget me not.

Do you think I'm funny when I write this
way? I have a lot to say, sorry, I digress.
You are my World, you are my life,
you will always be my lovely wife.