BOOKENDS

Do you remember honey?
All the happy times we had 
The plans that we made.
Retirement was to be our time.

Now I am so alone
Our little house reverberates
With your echoes.

I finally sent your dresses 
To the goodwill.
I was storing them like a hoarder.

I still kept your favorite sweater 
I sleep with it by my head.
When missing you 
is just too hard for me bear
I bury my face in it to 
capture the last fading scent 
of your perfume.

I have left your open book 
and your glasses 
beside your chair.
As always

Its time for our nightly call.
I pick up our telephone..
And dial our own number.
You answer me as usual

The timbre of your voice
Reaches into my heart.
I know every 
syllable and nuance
of your words.
But it's better than faded 
photographs and letters.

You tell me 
to leave a message.
I say softly
I miss you 
so much my love.
So very much.

Ahh the sadness
loss of your partner.
Jude