Saying His Goodbye
polished floors
shine in sunlight
lace curtains in the summer breeze
cut grass scent
out the window
husband bare chested
on the hill
He looks away, over the meadow
saying his goodbye
Wife stands
at the table, touching just with finger tips
idly thinking where they bought it
cups of tea
boxes of life around the room
He looks away over the meadow
saying his goodbye
For a moment, she is in pain
a split second of recognition of his sacrifice
then she closes her heart
and watches her husband
looking way over the meadow
saying his goodbye
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