Leave of Absence

There is a pending reality Of which we dare not speak. It concerns the finality Of what is black and bleak. The seasons are layered high In which we have been one. Now we note it with a sigh The Reaper is due to come. One of us with him must go. So I hold you with all my might Seeing the candle burning low Not ready to forfeit the fight. “I love you” we now oft repeat At every turn and closing door. It’s selfish of me and indiscreet To foresee alone you I adore. But we can’t view a closing scene. I may be the one who is left alone. Fated to live without my queen. But faithed to believe He did atone.