Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco

(08/14/1957 / Montreal, Quebec, Canada)

Shreds


As I sit and ponder
Only to wonder
Why you did what you did?
Leaving me so young,
With only memories of our love,
As I sit and ponder
What did you do to me?

Your friend has joined you the other day,
In a sudden heart attack admist the fray,
Only to wonder, was he the same way?
You laughed and joked with your friend,
About the simple things you did that day,
But I knew way back when, that those word
Were only a means to take you away from me,
To fantasize what you really wished to say,
How hard it was for you to whisper, 'I love you'.

Submitted: Friday, May 04, 2012
Edited: Friday, May 04, 2012

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

July 12,2010 A memory of my late husband, who died at forty six years
of age in a trucking accident. My six children miss him always.

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