Dec 2013
"We can't stay here"
he says...
as tears trickle slowly
down her face.
Unable to hold them back,
she can only nod,
all the while thinking...
"I can't leave;
leaving feels
too much like
forgetting."
he says...
as tears trickle slowly
down her face.
Unable to hold them back,
she can only nod,
all the while thinking...
"I can't leave;
leaving feels
too much like
forgetting."
Post script.
last evening's conversation with my wife...
she asks no pity,
but almost five years later she grieves...
deeply... daily...
a dearest son who never said goodbye...
the melancholy of the season
gripping her in its anguished, icy hold.
last evening's conversation with my wife...
she asks no pity,
but almost five years later she grieves...
deeply... daily...
a dearest son who never said goodbye...
the melancholy of the season
gripping her in its anguished, icy hold.
