~
when eve’ning calls
the day to end,
and steals away
beloved friend;
naught for holding,
naught for love;
only yearning,
for what was.
once where pillows,
cradled heads;
swallows tears,
wept on their bed.
once the soil,
on paths two walked;
turned to dust,
beneath a rock.
within each tear,
the salty sting;
a silent sob,
the daylight brings.
lips that spoke,
in loving notes;
that kissed each dawn,
with healing hope;
mem’ries now,
a silent voice;
whispered prayer,
a stifled choice.
these the trail,
of loving well;
leavings of
a lover’s tell!
~
post script.
“brother-in-law”... when a beloved sister loses her battle, what becomes of that title... do the words drift apart as the hyphens are disbanded? and what of the light that once added brilliance... is it forever fractured?
thirty-nine years is a trail long walked; a tale colored by hues both light and dark. a loss such is his, is to me inconceivable; i believe i would choose death instead.
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