A LAMENT FOR LOST LOVE
He lay on the bed beside her; her breath was soft and sweet.
The smile on her face as she slept, showed acceptance.
Quietly, he began to weep. Then the tears poured out.
He remembered the love and joy of the good times.
Embraced the pain of her dying years.
He could not have had it otherwise. Except to have told her,
more often, that he loved her.
He didn't know if they would meet again in another world.
It would be nice, but wasn't important.
All that mattered was that they HAD been together. And
were together now.
No need for more tears. At peace with herself. She died.
Mary, I say in sorrow, you are no more. I also say in gladness
that YOU WERE.
