state of confusion
last year my uncle died. I went to Arizona for the funeral. The had been married in 1942. My aunt said time and time again that the days are okay, she keeps busy with her friends.
But at night, the quiet, the emptiness is inescapable. The spot on the bed where he laid next to her all those years, vacant and cold.
Made me think long and hard about love like that. So many rewards, but so much loss.
Lovely poem. Thanks for sharing this with us.