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About This Poem
The Passing- - -A Senryu String
she mused
while fondly touching his chair
his scent lingers
the salty taste
of yesterday tears
she tastes again
brushing it aside
she again asks the question
only she can have
knowing the answer
she didn’t muse the question
why did he go first
his next day clothes
always neatly in the same spot
freshly pressed
his breakfast waiting
steaming on a heated plate
even on April first
bath water always
drawn, along with a prod
he loved to tease
in the bedroom
well, she would reserve comment
for his ears only
he had to go first
he knew, she knew, God knew
and she saw to it.
a double dose
of what she gave to him
just to be sure
a call to her sis
the only living relative
to say good bye
Dec 2012 Charles Henderson
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