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