Sunday, June 26, 2011

By Candlelight

She sits alone each evening
And she weeps by candlelight.
She’s dancing with his memory
On a cold Nebraska night.

She still can feel the velvet touch
Of his warm lips’ caress.
She still can feel his strong hands
Moving underneath her dress.

She promised him forever,
That she’d be his lifelong mate,
Not knowing how it all would change
With one cruel twist of fate.

He left her forty years ago,
Never to return.
Now she prays; “God rest his soul”
And lets her candles burn.

She lets her candles burn each night
And desperately she cries
Still married to his memory
For true love never dies.


booguloo said...

You are not alone. Many of us survive.

Heaven said...

Still married to his sad. Thanks for sharing this and nice to meet you ~

Vyankatesh said...

Thoughtful and poignant.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Sometimes true love lingers on and on and memories are all that is left. A thoughtful write.

Anna :o]