He just buried his wife…amid a trail of tears…
Their good long life together spanning 77 years..
He spoke at her grave and as I watched him…
as the tears of his sadness flowed
I couldn't help but be captivated
by the words he there bestowed:
"When I think of my wife….and the life we shared
from the day our paths first crossed
"What stands out in my memory the most, " he said,
"are all the times that I've been lost."
"All the evenings sleeping by her side,
every beautiful sunrise
every time I stopped to look at her…
I was lost within her eyes.
I was lost within her smile…within her voice, within her charms…
lost within her laughter, within her sadness…within her arms.
When I think back on our life together, these are the moments I will miss
like all the times throughout our life…I was lost within her kiss…
Now I find myself lost in silence
with thoughts drifting on about her
and I know until we're together again
I will be lost without her…."
As the funeral ended, as people departed, as the candles all were dimmed
I found myself hoping one day I too would be lost…
lost in life…
lost in love…
just like him.
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