Timothy Ray Poet Free verse

Cupid's Bow

there is tenderness
in each dab of the napkin
slowly arriving upon her lips
removing the aftermath
of the meal he had prepared
remembering now, Cupid's bow
that drew him in countless times
memories he holds dearer each day
as those azure eyes now vacant
disappear into the cloudless existence
he now must care for
gone are those moments
when she could recall a moment
they long ago shared
now he holds an abyss
a deepening that will eventually
claim all the life they shared
there is tenderness
in each dab of the napkin
slowly arriving upon her lips
there is no mourning in his smile
knowing in the band of gold upon his finger
this is the nascent of their forever
and at this point in their eternity 
simply grateful for the moment
to gaze upon her Cupid's bow
and steal another kiss

   Oregon   2/2025

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Ryan Geoffrey Hayward August 14, 2026 at 11:53 PM This is too beautiful and sad for words. The lines are poignantly expressed from your soul. Gently sensual & affectionate. I think loneliness is the biggest killer. Often when an an old woman dies, her partner will follow not long after from a broken heart. Timothy Ray August 15, 2026 at 8:33 PM Thank you. In one of my family's trials, it was the man who passed, and the woman with dementia followed very quickly…I have been close to other couples without the dementia factor, and this is quite common. I greatly appreciate your comment

Valsa George August 14, 2026 at 5:28 AM She has lost her ability to remember and recollect. The days when they had a glossy life is no more. Still the ring on his finger and the vows they took bind them together. With the same zest as he had at the beginning, he takes care of her and looks into her azure eyes that once held an ocean of love, but now vacant. Yet, he has no regrets. Love is powerful and marital bond, sacred. Beautiful poem. Timothy Ray August 14, 2026 at 7:34 AM Thank you, Valsa... over the last few years, I have been wandering your part of the world because I have 2 grandsons with Indian heritage. I have learned much. I rejoice in the depth of spirituality within its Masters and its civilization. So if perchance there is a familiar essence in a passing wind, understand it is just me and my curious nature on a walkabout.

Angela Terry August 12, 2026 at 9:07 PM I take it that this poem is about a man who is caring for a wife whom is battling dementia. The story is touching. Timothy Ray August 13, 2026 at 12:03 AM It is and has touched my family more than once. The poem, for me, has theological aspects and implications concerning vows and devotion. Thank you for your comment, Angela.