Grief held his hand.
Grief held his hand.
Comforting him as the clock ticked,
While dogs barked outside,
Unaware that soon
There would be no time
And no more breath to draw.
Memories embraced him.
Their first teenage words,
Exchanged between strangers
In a long changed park.
Bed-bound looks of forever love
Swapped, through eyes fast fading.
Portraits hug the walls.
Documenting a past
Begun with post-war dreams
Of a country cottage
With children in every room:
Decades of hope fulfilled.
Tears cling to his cheek.
Black cars line the walled road.
People dressed like shadows
Sniffle and shuffle,
As he reads the blurring words
He cannot look up from:
“For fifty-five years,
We remained devoted to each other.
She was my one
and only love,
The best wife a man could wish for.
I miss her so much,
One day we will be together, forever.”
Comforting him as the clock ticked,
While dogs barked outside,
Unaware that soon
There would be no time
And no more breath to draw.
Memories embraced him.
Their first teenage words,
Exchanged between strangers
In a long changed park.
Bed-bound looks of forever love
Swapped, through eyes fast fading.
Portraits hug the walls.
Documenting a past
Begun with post-war dreams
Of a country cottage
With children in every room:
Decades of hope fulfilled.
Tears cling to his cheek.
Black cars line the walled road.
People dressed like shadows
Sniffle and shuffle,
As he reads the blurring words
He cannot look up from:
“For fifty-five years,
We remained devoted to each other.
She was my one
and only love,
The best wife a man could wish for.
I miss her so much,
One day we will be together, forever.”
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