The Death of a Melody
It’s been two years, three months, and twenty days
since tender music left my life for good
and turned my days to somber shades of grey
which left a shadow where a man once stood.
The faded notes of yesterday’s duets
still echo in the canyons of my soul,
and leaves a longing, tempered with regrets,
that never sings the songs that made us whole.
She left behind unfinished rhapsodies,
and crossed the bridge into eternal life;
but here behind, without the melodies,
I’m missing tender music of my wife.
As death’s cruel hand has stolen all my dreams,
my songs have turned to tears, and tears to streams.
March 1, 2023
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