Till Death do us Part

She sits alone, covered in love
Her thoughts are on him, and wishing he were home...
Every single song brings memories back
Every smile and every laugh
Every touch and every hug
She envisions it so she doesn’t feel so alone
And holds his picture close
Whispering promises, far deeper than ever before
And crying tears, so silent, they cover the floor
Nothing has ever hurt more
Than watching him walk out that solid oak door.
She imagines what would have been
If he didn’t have to go so far away
If he turned around and kissed her hard
If he swore on the love he had
Everything would be as they were forever
And each dance they shared
Each sweet nothing he’d often whisper
Would be the diamond ring on her finger...
She sits on the floor, surrounded with memories
Her thoughts are on him again... like they often are
And each Polaroid brings back memories
Every kiss and every tickle
Every night and their carved initials
She holds those memories close, so as not to let go
She wears his baseball cap
And smells his black tee
She wears his socks and wraps herself in the blanket he loved best
Spraying his scent around the room from a small aerosol can
And weeps in the bed they shared...
She’s alone
And her thoughts are on him
Each day repeating
With an endless night... empty dreams
Photos and memories
Flowers old
Tears and runny noses
Black dresses and tissues
Soil and a chestnut box
Locked
With a soul inside...
Pages
Empty
Unwritten
A life, unheard
Because he walked out the door that day
And now she sits alone
With only vague memories of him.