No happy endings
by cricketjeff on January 2, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Each night he sat to wait for her to call
Waiting with nothing but the telephone
He knows that she will never call at all
Yet still he sits and watches all alone
In sixty years she called him just three times
The only times they spent the night apart
Yet now he waits to hear the phone bell chimes
So that he knows his life again can start
Each day he lives and sees the world go by
Each night is torture for his heart to bear
No warm and loving arms where he can cry
Just waiting knowing she’s not really there
She died tonight she never knew her name
Alzheimer’s stole the ending of their game
Author notes
I have no idea where that comes from, I’ve wanted to write a half decent sonnet
for years, but not a desperately sad one like that.
They are not a real couple, but then again, they probably were…
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