Sitting by my husbands bedside, just before his final journey. This was my way of saying Ilove you '

It is here love, the evening of our days
How shall we spend it before the dark night laughs with autumns turning and winter bids us come?
we loved each other well, didn't we, in the morning off our youth?
we worked, we laughed and played, and shared remembered heartaches
and walked into noon where a childs laughter charmed the silence
as we looked upon the flower of our love.
Now the sun has gone to bed and we are sentenced to the night
that runs on swiftly moving hours to claim our days.
we must go separate into night, and wonder who will it be that waits to greet the other on that dark path.
would that we could go together, and shorten the lonely journey
while the night surrounds us, and winter bids us come.