Today I was walking
Away from the café
Of internet usage
Where one can't get a coffee
When I saw a good friend
Without his cancer ridden wife
Who is wheelchair bound
He gave a big smile to me
Of which I readily returned
Somehow though he'd shrunk
Not quite his normal self
As we neared, he told me
She had died the other day
In quite a quavery voice
My heart went out to him
I couldn't help but say
'Okay if I hug you'
I did so without awaiting a reply
He said 'You are making me cry'
As I am right now , writing this
But like him, it had to come out.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
Today I was walking
Away from the café
Of internet usage
Where one can't get a coffee
When I saw a good friend
Without his cancer ridden wife
Who is wheelchair bound
He gave a big smile to me
Of which I readily returned
Somehow though he'd shrunk
Not quite his normal self
As we neared, he told me
She had died the other day
In quite a quavery voice
My heart went out to him
I couldn't help but say
'Okay if I hug you'
I did so without awaiting a reply
He said 'You are making me cry'
As I am right now , writing this
But like him, it had to come out.
Deep breathing.