Infoallglobe.com writers forum Published on 29/09/2000
Before the bells chimed in the evening
Read to her the news, exchanged gossip,
Mortally wounded he was of a secret love.
He kissed her once, almost – not quite
But that was another day and age.
Her eyes, her smile were still the same
And the pearly white teeth visible through
the
slightly parted lips.
Her nose was straight as ever,
Not grown crooked at the tip with age.
The strands of grey hair suspiciously
sparse
The chin was heavier and the dimple
drowned.
While coming downstairs with him on the
way out,
She bent forward a little to switch on the
light.
“It was my right shoulder” he mused,
it was her left breast.
Softly he patted the place as if to hold
on the touch.
One day on the weekly visit, his last, he
was waylaid
His wounded body matched the lacerated
heart.
His head lay on her lap.
He had revealed all.
Reciting her husband’s effusions while
serenading.
For love to be immortal, the lover has to
die.
Faintly ridiculous, his offer for her hand
refused
The ersatz Cyrano continued to come for the plumbing
and the income-tax.
A crusty old bachelor framed in time with
a helpless childless widow.