There Is a Comfort To the Sadness
There is a comfort to the Sadness
There is a comfort
to the sadness,
not that it was
comforting,
more a realization
of necessity.
Oh, there were tears,
stories, followed by
laughter and melancholy.
A room full of emptiness,
mementos, a roaring silence.
I walk alone now,
no shadow leads
the way, no head
turns to hasten
my steps, waits
impatiently.
We had agreed -
one more summer
if he was up to it.
His days grew shorter
as did Summer’s.
It was his time.
I honored his life
by allowing him
a quiet death.
His pain draining
into me.
He will always be there
up ahead, waiting impatiently
for there is a comfort
to the sadness.
©3/4/2018
submitted to – Free Verse on Sadness (again) – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Laura Loo
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2018
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