His Gentleness

He gently creeps into her room to rest tenderly near her side while thoughts of melancholy zoom in of his once vibrant bride she's been there for him so many, many years he sniffles~and tries to hide the sorrow and the tears she has been injured and hurt but has lost the fight she will not make it through the night she will be in paradise by tomorrow's day he reaches to sniff her best skirt holds it tight~ it smells of her perfume he drags over to the vanity to spray her familiar scent around the room he cradles her head within his arm then musters an adoring smile as he whispers in her ear, "Time travels fast, and I will see you in a while, my dear" He provides her warmth by stroking her hair he wants to capture this image of her there he wants this moment painted on the wall so that he can always,always recall how peaceful she seemed while adrift somewhere. Copyright McCuen 2009