We chose  the pictures, maples , sultry flowers

How can I live  here when  he is gone?
We chose  the pictures, maples ,sultry flowers
He loved the Arts, his music, nothing banned
He spoke in different accents, he was fun
How can I live in  this  place when he’s gone?
And since  I lost him, I’m a leper shunned
Here I  grieve,alone  for many hours
If  I were an antelope I’d run
How can I create when he has gone?
He chose  all these pictures, I  the flowers