You Were There
Your flame melts tears into the pool of wax
that remains in the filigreed dish that was your life,
growing ever dimmer as I gaze into your aged eyes,
those familiar eyes, the brilliant blue, graying
where time yet lurks as discarded shades of youth.
Lying lost in eternal abandon, you gaze upon me,
a vacant stare hiding memories of moments past,
of loves lost, no more memoirs to be written,
no awareness of now or seasons passing;
nothing abates your eternal smile, so gentle, so sweet.
Though you are still here, you left us long ago,
the woman who bravely yet tenderly
guided me through my youth, loving me for a lifetime;
whose flaming hair, bright as an autumn sunset,
expressed the essence that flavored your soul.
Now, yellow roses and white carnations adorn the lid
closed tight against grieving eyes and curious guests,
no more to look upon your beautiful face,
no more to hear the melodies of your wistful songs,
finally at rest, at peace from this worrisome world.
Sleep now my love, my gentle flower and know
I will miss you. Oh, how I will miss you.
09/08/2019
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