written by: FM Tate
The front door closes behind you.
Uniform creased to perfection. Hair always shorter than I’d like. Roses.
Your smile morphs into a needy kiss. The kitbag slides from your shoulder,
I take your hand. Lead the way up the staircase.
We’ll make love until the sun rises, then you’ll fade from my arms like the ghost you are. You never notice how I’ve aged this past half-century. Being with you rejuvenates me for this one night.
I worry what happens to you after I die.
After losing you on our first wedding anniversary, I can’t believe in Heaven. Only Hell.
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