by T.L. Coston
Gone – gone, I sit in darkness and cold
As I watch moonlight shadow the falling snow
My breath palpable upon the night’s air
Dissipates before the next exhale
This room once filled with gaiety and warmth
Whisper remembrances stilled by time and thought
I feel her presence, I smell her perfume
My love, my life, my friend – my wife
Would you know these aged hands that once caressed?
Or the love in these tired eyes laden with worn and care?
My body infirmed by years of toil
A mind beguiled by memories long sought
I remember conversations we had. Oh, what wit!
I recite them aloud and laugh and laugh.
The joy of your words brings me to tears
Until a soliloquy of sighs sings me to sleep