He sits in silence
saddened by her absence. Taken
in the prime of life, shaken to his core.
They had plans for something more,
but no one asked. No one cared.
So he stares at the water upon their lake,
a break in the clouds allows a ray of sunlight
to light the space next to him where he sits.
It’s getting on near dusk and the autumnal musk
hangs heavy in the air. It is there he thinks
reunions are either planned or happenstance,
and any chance to join together again, died
when the angels came to get her.
His pain is internal, his pain is deep.
he keeps thoughts of her close to heart
for that is where the anxiety starts and ends.
Lovers, confidants, combatants, friends –
it sends him close to the edge, alone again.
(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2014