Black shaded lenses veiled the hurt
His eyes burned raw
His soul whispered comfort
Yet he was too pained to hear.
The hearse drew up to a lake of flowers
Tribute to her memory
Petals bending in the breeze
White lilies screaming their pain.
Her hand had slipped from his grip
Eyes that glanced his loving gaze for the last time
Her pain had melted in an instant
His had only just begun.
Legions of footsteps had trod to his door
Lips that spoke of love and sympathy
But the key to his heart
Was slowly turning, never would she hold it again.
He was alone with an irreversible decision
Sleepless nights of turmoil: the right thing to do?
His heart had the final word
As he pressed the precious band of gold
Tightly into the palm of his hand.
