Lamenting in a great loss,
A newly empty bed exhales the remnant of a fading warmth.
A dinner plate, once set out daily,
instead sits, tonight and every coming night, cold in the cabinet, colder than
The remembered flames kept in dusty photo frames.
All the same,
Forget-me-nots sit table-side, blooming,
Lingering, as old impressions
of smiles and adoration
whisper away with each passing verdant day.