He is nothing

He is nothing

Not really

Days of importance

Are long gone

His children grew up

As they should

Have families of their own

When once

He took centre stage

He now looks proudly on

From the wings

Trying to be invisible

Worried he is a burden

Hoping not to be

He was once loved

For himself

His every breath

Complemented,

Mirrored

Inhaled

As together

They touched lips

A tantalising tingle

The tenderest of kisses

The look in her eyes

Seeking his

The smile

When he entered a room

A reflection of devotion

The stirring of emotion

Even now,

Whenever he thinks of her

Which is more often

Than not

He has heeded advice

Some words spoken

Were difficult

To hear

And has moved on

As far as he can go

How can he forget the pain

Of her loss

It would be a betrayal

Of all they were

It would be as if

He was forgetting her

How could that ever be

When she was

So damnably unforgettable

He raises a glass

Gazing out across the bay

And remembers

How good it felt

To be loved

He also knows

How lucky he was

To have discovered

Something magical

A love so truly lyrical

The music of it will play

For an eternity

If only he could

Share all he had learned

It might mean something

To somebody

Someday.