Here is my first love- my only love-
He lies buried under the sod;
Our shared headstone, a mute testament
Of oneness, in life and in death,
Eternally twined like the rings carved in.
Is he under the sod, my heart murmurs,
Do I meet him when I visit his resting place?
Thoughts wander at the site of the sod
Under which he lies in peaceful slumber.
But, I know that he is in our house
When I try to share a joke and
I feel the whisper of a touch.
I murmur apologies at the chaotic house
Or at the forgotten or neglected tasks.
He is with me at the delicious moments,
Twinkling at the absurd and the ludicrous
These I share with no one else!
There are tears that gush at the untimely parting
And there is laughter and chatter
At the retelling of stories that he no longer is
A player or a partner on this side of eternity.
Often, I face the lonely precipice
And climb alone, reaching fingers
Straining to touch fate’s vagaries
And trying to dictate an alternate destiny!