Tears of mirth

He told me he loved me before the tide over-took us
His hands seem to twitch all over me and I trembled with tears of mirth
He was the most underrated blogger of his entire degeneration
His words felt like raindrops on toast.
He could mimic anyone and was often mistaken for a Lord.
His talent was unmarketable his genius a sorrow in the dark
His eyes gleamed like traffic signals stuck on ”  go”
His writing was hard to put down and even harder to read.
He never told me his time frame but I watched him covertly on my swatch
He told me I was named in his bills.I had overspent his money.He divorced me and I over responded by shooting him with my bow and arrow.All things may go round  and rend us.
He died by a  whim.God wanted him upstairs
He said he never forgave me for beating him at Chess.Is it my fault I am so quick?
He admired my coat as we left A and E.He asked me where I stole it from.A and E of course.To be honest I bought it online in a gale in 2005 and it still  fits me more or rather less!
He was so funny I wakened up laughing.I was  in an inverted coma.
Still, you get used to them and just when you get comfortable they die.