The Widower's Promise
Did he call out my name
when you wrapped your arms
around his pain?
Did a tear well in his eye
as snuggling close you
gave a sigh?
And after your loving kiss,
he did apologize.
It is after all
only a name to miss
now that you are in his bed ...
(for I am dead.)
And so he turns to face
your sweet and silent smile.
His heart can not erase
the Promise to learn in awhile
to Love ...
again.
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