He stood on the porch with a smile on his face
remembered the good times they’d had in this place
The old picket fence they painted last year
before confirmation of their greatest fear
Turning his back he pushed open the door
and picked up the mail that lay on the floor
Billowing dust in the suns dying rays
the house they’d left empty for all of those days
Dead flowers in a vase on the old hallway stand,
her ring on his finger, he glanced at his hand
He kissed the cold metal on warm finger tips,
and then for a moment, he sensed her sweet lips
His old body wracked with the weight of despair,
he hauled himself up to the top of the stair
The wide open door to the room of their dreams
now bleak and abandoned, no more of life’s schemes
In half light he saw the cold empty bed
and the dint in the pillow made by her head
He glanced at white walls all yellowed with age
and thought of her death as the turn of a page
The tears stung his face, his grief now exposed
the book of her life now complete, covers closed.
remembered the good times they’d had in this place
The old picket fence they painted last year
before confirmation of their greatest fear
Turning his back he pushed open the door
and picked up the mail that lay on the floor
Billowing dust in the suns dying rays
the house they’d left empty for all of those days
Dead flowers in a vase on the old hallway stand,
her ring on his finger, he glanced at his hand
He kissed the cold metal on warm finger tips,
and then for a moment, he sensed her sweet lips
His old body wracked with the weight of despair,
he hauled himself up to the top of the stair
The wide open door to the room of their dreams
now bleak and abandoned, no more of life’s schemes
In half light he saw the cold empty bed
and the dint in the pillow made by her head
He glanced at white walls all yellowed with age
and thought of her death as the turn of a page
The tears stung his face, his grief now exposed
the book of her life now complete, covers closed.
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