Dearest one I am writing to you again
I've a heavy heart as I miss you so much
Your box of ashes long buried in the ground
I'll not forget, for you are part of me
The blooms have died and been removed
As I sit down and remember our love
I hope you are listening as we talk
As we would on our long country walks
We held each others hands just to be one
Now I feel that pang of sorrow alone
If I could share my life with you again
I will one day, we're made for each other
So prepare to move over one day soon
Oh, I love the idea of having to move over to make room! Makes me wonder if she had to do that in life as well, perhaps married to a bed-hog! Hope she doesn't move over soon.
ReplyDeleteThat last line: how anticipatory! How tender! This is a love that never dies.
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