She’s well acquainted with the touch
of the tears that run down a window
pane as memories peer through, now
tapping to get her undivided attention.
She resides in a shell as the memories
drape her mind like a coffin – the realm
of what was once a beautiful mind, it
has de-accelerated into a listless state.
Sitting in the same chair where he left her
when he went off to fight in the Great War
She holds the telegram, “KILLEDINACTION
Motionless, except for the constant rubbing
on her wedding ring, she stares through the
glass; outside, U. S. soldiers from all wars file by
in unison one by deceased one – expressionless.
Sacrificed themselves for their country, but
what about their families? They now walk
the beaten path to the afterlife – searching
along the way for any sign of a loved one.
The sound of their chains causes her to go
deeper into sorrow; the impatience of
waiting for the husband to pass-by pushes
her over the edge – a warm heart stops.
His gentle hand tries to wake her – it was
all an imprinted idea placed in the mind
But it’s too late; he places her on their bed
Kisses her softly and says goodbye my love.
Ó 2009 RLS