BUT MORE

by Nancy

He’s bequeathed his cloak

A shelf of books

This bed

That desk
Where lies a journal
Closed

A calendar
Months yet
And days

But not for him

Love
His only treasure
Once new
Grown deep and golden
In years with her

Then

An eternity
Alone

How welcome an end that is no ending

Blue eyes close
He smiles a new breath

She’s come for him

renewed by love
Spring 2013