Still She Wonders
She remembers
The depth of his blue eyes
And how he once told her
Sullen and pensive
That should she precede him
He had it all worked out and
Knew exactly what he would say
hating such deep discussions
she changed the subject and
thought nothing more of it
He died first the odds were right
The house so empty now
She recalled how sorting through his things
She had never come across
Any handwritten draft of a eulogy
and she wonders to this day
why he took his last love letter
to his grave
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on December 11, 2018 for contest LAST LETTER TO MY BELOVED sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
and on June 3, 2018 for EARLY 2018 STANDARD CONTEST sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
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