My wife of sixties years died before me
On a rainy day she lay dead beside me
When I woke up and tried to wake her.
I called 911 but I knew she was dead.
Seeing her body was so cold and stiff,
I went out of my mind with shock.
I never imagined she go before me,
And I felt horrified seeing her dead.
I cried a thousand tears at her burial;
I went crazy when they buried her.
The thought of her gone forever
And dead beneath the ground
Broke my heart in a million pieces.
I didn’t know what to do without her.
Sometimes I’d wake up and
Think she was still alive until
I looked to her side of the bed
And cried remembering that
She was gone forever from me,
My wife of sixty years who waited
For me during world war two,
When other guy’s wives sent them
Dear John letters and left them.
My wife and I shared so much,
And there I was all alone unable
To go on without her anymore.
Many times I thought about killing
Myself. I even had a gun in a
Drawer. But one day I got the nerve
To end all my misery and thought
Maybe by killing myself I’d see her.
I put the gun to my head and
Killed myself and everything went
Black until I felt what I’d done
To my kids and their kids who
Cried and were so hurt by what
I did leaving them that way. But
After what seemed like years of
Regretting killing myself I’m with
My wife again and so happy here.
Bob Boyd