Obit for a Lover

Obit for a Lover

written by: Shawn Scott Smith

 

I see your name in the paper,
And the ink from the cloth dirties my memory of you.
I’d like to say I could forgive, and forget,
But it drinks like sour wine,
Each letter in your name.

I could spell it backwards,
To count the blessings over
The lasting impression,
That I failed at something simple.
Like a school boy not answering true,
To something completely false.

And now as I read the sentences further,
Your obiturary is sincere,
If not full of lies,
And I wonder,
If maybe, I embellished your history too grand.