A Promise
He once sat in his cozy chair,
A young man at that time.
He would share combat stories,
His love of fishing, hunting,
And camping outings
With family and friends he cared.
A half-century later,
Age and illness decided to reside
Within him in that cozy chair.
He would look at me with loving eyes,
Reminisce of the days he stole my heart.
An evening a long time ago,
Under the undiluted deepening
Orange blaze of a new night sky.
Romantically he bent the knee
Made a promise to me
Amid darken shadows and stars above.
His illness won as he faded
Into the shadows of the night.
I still melt in his embrace
With just a glint sight
As he still sits
In his cozy chair a young man.
6/1/2020
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