Widowers lament

 

Widower’s Lament 

 

white marble tombstone

high lit by silver moonlight

 but you are not there.

 

you are gone beyond

what mere mortal eyes can see.

yet I can recall.

 

at will how you looked

on the day that we were wed.

 I recreate you

 

momentarily

but I cannot hold you here.

you are gone from me.

 

arbitrarily

 cruel fate took you from me.

left alone I mourn.

 

for you constantly.

to love too well is to be

 hostage to fate.

 

but not to have loved

and never known togetherness

much too high a price.

 

we will meet again

though I know not where or when.

this thought comforts me.

 

here I meditate

quietly by pale moonlight.

what else can I do.

 

when we two were one

we fulfilled each others dreams.

now I am alone

 

I no longer dream

 but rely on my memories

of dreams that we shared.

 

when the moonlight fades

 reluctantly I must return

to my empty house

 

where no welcome waits

 there is none to care for me.

you were all I had.

 

 

Haiku format poem

 

4-Jul-08

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Reviews

[Damian Alan Gray]

Very nice, and so very sad.
"to love too well is to be
hostage to fate."
Truly, a universal wisdom that can only come from having loved too well.
Well done.