something on my mind - a birthday letter to my deceased wife |
it was bitterly cold, the morning that you died I had to scrape every window of the car clear of thick frost, before I could drive I'm sorry, but I didn't know or maybe didn't want to know the urgency it was too soon, there was still a week, or a month but not just a few hours and you died without me so much pain, yours ended and mine just beginning the anguish of being too late terror of being alone now a gaping hole where once had been the whole of you resentment too, yes now I confess it because I felt guilty because I felt cheated, perhaps bewilderment, the not knowing what to do or how to tell our children that you were gone and never coming back you would have been seventy last Friday our eldest son had to remind me and I felt more guilt how busy my life has become that I should forget I don't even have a photograph of you yet I do remember you, your beauty still I miss you, in the still moments but the peace that you have is not yet mine so envy too, so many negatives forgive me, please Written for:
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