Just as the weatherman had said
It had been a gloriously hot May
And they had spent it together in bliss
Not to miss a single beautiful day.
Lovemaking, talking and simply looking
Together as one nothing else was there
It was a dream come true they both knew
And they loved through May without a care.
But – it wasn’t real, a dream at most
A figment of his sad imagined life
A memory of a time so long ago
Before the time he’d lost his beloved wife.
He sometimes thinks he’d save his tortured soul
And end what is for him a living death
But she would never want for him that end
So he’ll die this way until his final breath.
©Joe Wilson – Alone…2019