Bitter Sweet

Late at night when I’m alone in my bed. A soft feather pillow under my head. My mind goes drifting down memory street when we were together and life was sweet. We meet at a wedding, we dance all night. Your face all aglow in the candle light. Your holding my hand, then, after a while, holding again as we walk down the aisle. We stand at the altar making a vow. ‘Till death do us part’…..I’m heartbroken now. For death did reach out and tore us apart it took you away and plundered my heart. So now I live here, on memory street, where we are together and life is sweet.