He never got over
the death of his
beautiful wife
of over 30
wonderful years.
Even ten years
later, his eyes
still tear up
when he holds
one of her dresses
and thinks of her.
When he holds one
of her dresses,
he imagines her
still in it and sighs.
Then he comes out
of his reverie
and awakens
to the
painful reality
that she is never
going to be in
that dress again.
And torrents of tears
fall from his eyes.
Bob Boyd