A picture of us

A picture of us

On our wedding day

In a box filled

With love

Swaddled in emotion

Wrapped up in bedding

And pressed between

Two pillows

The last ones used

Before the move

A clean white

Cotton duvet cover

Is now on the bed

It feel much more homely

A comfortable abode

Dressed with understated memorabilia

Not a hotel room

With pictures

I can see you now

Walking down the aisle

My imagination

Or was that really

A golden halo

A glimpse of heaven

It seems only yesterday

As close somehow

As the day you died

Which was a different kind

Of unimaginable

I check each morning

With eyes closed

Reaching out

To touch the pillow

Hoping to feel your softness

The yield of trust

Garnered through the years

Remembering

How wonderful it was

The kiss

Goodbye as I left

To earn my ear of corn

There was never any

Morning breath

To speak of

Sometimes you would pull

A face

Mock indignation

Resting a finger

On the cleft

Of my chin

A prickle basket

Until a wet shave

Smoothed the skin

And I was your

Very own man

Again

I still am.