Sleep Well My Love

At the far end of the casket

his girlfriend hugged his wife

And told her she was sorry

that she tried to steal her life

Their tears then ran in unison

for a man 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

the grandkids played outside

His wife’s last words: “Your hell has passed

sleep well my love — goodbye”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

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