He Walks Alone

This poem is one of a few written in honor of a friend of mine who has recently been widowed and is grieving. It is a contribution to my own honoring of her and grieving.

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He Walks Alone

He walks alone

without her

the wind blows hard

against his frame

Her memory fosters

pain and love;

love and pain

stab him

And,

 mercifully,

the sun

 sets.

He sleeps

Another day

is gone 

and fitful dreams

of love's caring idol

emerge;

 Lost stars

beckon him and

she feels him

calling her

again