Widower

21H12

by Veronica Young

Down the creek we waded, in the heat of the summer.
The sun forced itself upon us, water carelessly flowed below.
Your laugh echoed in the trees, not a care in the world.
How quickly the wicked water took you captive.
A once happy song now a cry for help,
A cry I could not silence.
Further down you went,
And just like that,
You were gone.

I am reminded every minute of every day of your existence,
She stares back at me with those same sparkling eyes.
The same booming laugh, not a care in the world.
She wants me to take her to where it all began,
The start of the never-ending nightmare.
To the creek we silently walked,
She looked up at me,
And just like that,
I lost it.

Category: Poetry