It’s Here Again

It’s here again

her date of birth,

the renewal of sorrow

missing her mirth.

Once in an elevator

a lady with grace,

looked at her and said

“you have a kind face”.

Together they shared

their own Camelot,

she was his queen

he loved her a lot.

In the quest for sleep

he would snuggle with her,

his arm encircling

leaving the day in a blur.

So many years

waking up with her there,

gently rolling over

to smell her hair.

The persistent pains

anchored in his heart,

the cost of love

moving off the chart.

He still remembers

shared time in their bed,

memories bouncing around

nestled inside his head.

The numerous times

they traveled on trips,

to far away places

even a few on ships.

It saddens him so

her family quiet,

like she never was

them on an emotional diet.

She was so giving

caring to a fault,

how could they stop

with a heartless halt.

The truth seems apparent

they got what they wanted,

greed without end

such selfishness undaunted.

Gary R. Cramer

March 13, 2022