He carefully placed a black rose on her grave
It was perhaps his way of saying goodbye
He also added a card with a black ribbon that read
“For my departed wife as she embarks on a new life”
Back home he ripped up the wall paper
The pale pink colour reminded him of her
He gathered all her clothes and cosmetics
And sent them in a sealed bag to a local charity
When the house was rid of every memory
He brought in designers to refurbish it
With new furniture upholstery and wall paper
He wanted nothing to remind him of her
The neighbours watched the happenings
With more than normal neighbourly interest
They wondered why he had painstakingly
Eliminated even the faintest memory of her
Their curiosity was satiated a fortnight later
With the arrival of two detectives at his door
They spent and hour or so apparently quizzing him
And then came the verdict –he had killed his wife! !
Sandra, the guilty are always haunted by their crimes. They often feel that removing things that will remind them will rid them of their guilt, especially in crimes of passion which what wonders if this was one. Top marks and thanks for sharing this with us my friend. Hugs David
Way cool! Had me fooled; thought he hated the memories because of his too-tender sensitivities..shows how easily life can fool us. Great story poem! You rock..(smile)
Terrible...so much horrible events have become very common these days...and your way of writing on one such is very true to reality and poignant.....thank you and thanks again for your nice comment on my poem
excellent narration there...you keep the reader in his toes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey Sandra! Your can certainly write a thriller.........why don't you try some novel....Very beautiful description and you maintained the suspense (though lurking from your words) till the end.............Terrific.