Live Your Best Life
She picked up the pen and smiled at his name.
He was more alive now in some ways than he had been
When he was alive.
The frayed tablecloth was a reminder of his mother.
She had loved her also, because she was the woman
who had raised him.
The pen had his motto “live your best life”.
She loved this reminder
of the man she had loved most of her life.
She wrote fast and hard;
the words came for two hours.
Their love story. It was two a.m.
She flipped off his pretty green desk lamp
and laid her head down on one of his books.
It still had a bit of Old Spice on it.
Written 7-9-2020
Contest: The Old Scribe
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
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