Dear Wife,

Forty years we were married 'till
death claimed you its own.
Oh how I despise it and wish
you would come back to me.
Life is so empty, so tasteless and bland.
Perhaps the world will ease my suffering,
perhaps people in suits and ties will
come to me and ease my pain?
Perhaps young girls will flock, hearing
of my despair, and cry out for my love
while I refuse them, thinking only of you?
No, the world has no sympathy but still yet,
it has more than its inhabitants.
You were my compass, my guiding light,
my hearts direction. Like a the stem of a rose
you stood strong and unfaltering.
Now that you are gone I fall to the ground,
awaiting trampling feet.
In fear I sought out the reverend,
who said we will meet again in heaven.
Imagine that! Us running to each other like two
virgins fallen in love, awaiting the brilliant moment
where we surrender to each other and form that
most sacred union all over again.
Time moves to slow here on earth.
I put a rope around my neck and kicked
out the chair; the hole in the noose became a
comforting portal and in I climbed.
Beauty overcame me and I fell to the ground,
I was not worthy to stand on this hallowed base.
Suddenly darkness;
the smell of brimstone in the air.
The floor opened and down I went
into burning hot flames.
For,
my dear love,
you were in heaven
but I
was sent
to hell.