His nights alone remind him of
That morning comes and of his love
When dress he will, his best attire
For her so loved, his hearts desire
Upon mirror his looking glass
He shaves closely and views the past
Before eyes gray that once were blue
As glasses fog by steam they drew
Combing his hair so patiently
Taking his time eventually
He dons a hat and grabs his cane
Last glance he takes through window pane
Looks like clouds will form today
Maybe some rain, murmured he says
I'll go without raincoat this day
Sunny for now, I'll be OK
Florist, first stop on this short trip
A few bucks pulled from money clip
Will buy a fresh bouquet for her
Her whose grace in him still stirs
Almost there, his legs have tired
A bit, this walk of long inspired
By love all his for her he'd walk
A million miles to sit and talk
Passing by tall monuments
Workers greet him below a tent
That will house guests for someone new
Family and friends they too once knew
He waves hello and heads to her
Who waits for him turning the curve
To the place where loves relived
Again to her devotion give
A fresh bouquet he'll place to grace
Where she now sleeps where hands he'll place
On sacred ground where love now lives
Where one day too he too will live
Hours he'll spend and ask questions
Silent is her as his reflections
Will bring the past to memory
Upon green grass of cemetery
As dusk draws near, he will depart
Leaving again the better part
Of his life that waits each day
For flowers hers, a fresh bouquet
