Sleep Well My Love, Goodbye

At the far end of the casket,

his girlfriend hugged his wife

 

And told her she was sorry,

that she had tried to steal her life

 

Their tears then ran in unison,

for one who loved them both

 

The years they shared now testament,

to a choice he left unspoke

 

They never met before this day,

and would never meet again

 

But each knew well the other,

and they almost felt like friends

 

The mistress left, the children wept,

and the grandchildren played outside

 

As his wife looked down, saying, “your hell has passed,

—sleep well my love, goodbye”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)