What brings closure to love? |
Closure by Vivian Gilbert Zabel The young boy’s eyes sparkled As he spied the golden curls Peeking from under her winter cap. Since an eight-year-old isn’t poetic, He packed snow into a ball And threw with all his might, Knocking the hat from her head. Imagine his surprise as she whirled And returned fire, hitting his chest, Where love for her bloomed. Over the years, fast friends They became as they skipped Hand in hand through school. His junior prom, she was his date, As was he for hers the next. After he left for college, Letters, like winged flames, Flew from him to her each week. The summer became a time of joy As they rebuilt their love again. In fall, they had to part once more, He back to the next level; She, to the college in town. Once full of love and laughter, Messages from her came Slower and shorter each time. Soon, by Christmas, they stopped. By end of semester, he heard She gave her love to another. His heart turned to stone. Years passed, he earned a fortune, But he never had a family. At last the loner returned home To find his lost love not only Another’s wife, but a mother. He stood in the background, Knowing her husband could be ruined. He had the means; he had the hate. Then he saw her face in his mind And packed the hate away. He died the other day, A driver didn’t pause or stop. Many attended the funeral With one woman at the back. Tears pooled and spilled Before she wiped her face, Turned, and slipped away. Only later did she know He left her not only his heart But everything he had. Unknown to her, he had been more, Her Sir Galahad: Although he wore A tarnished, rusted suit of armor. |