Teacups And Tears

An oldie given an airing

Time, the great healer had done no such thing.
His home had become a shrine,
her photos adorning walls
and every dust covered surface.
He celebrated birthdays, anniversaries,
with her memory,
a table for two in their favourite restaurant,
two glasses of red poured.
Waiters would ask as to his partners arrival,
he would smile,
continue his conversation oblivious to the stares.
Back home he would comfy himself,
feet warm in slippers,
slippers that sat nestled aside hers when not worn,
these beneath her summer coat in the hallway.
With a whisky in hand he would pore over letters, albums,
watch, re watch, over and over badly shot film,
weddings, birthdays, Christmas'.
Always there was laughter, a smile on her face.
When wearied he would kiss goodnight her wedding day face,
tell her that he loved her,
would see her in the morning.

In the kitchen two teacups, side by side,
sat readied for breakfast.

Reviews

[V. Wayne]

Touching example of lifelong love and loss. Well written and emotive. I love writing that awakens emotion.

[Gee]

Thank you for reading and commenting

[just is]

This is a really lovely write, I enjoyed this, pulled on my heart strings.

[Gee]

Thank you..

[Kathryn Smith]

Oh my Gee. :( I"m crying. This is so sad but so beautiful...very well written. Sniffle.

[Gee]

Hi Kathryn, no crying at Christmas time. Hope you and yours are enjoying the festive break.
Thank you

[Kathryn Smith]

Mine was a bit strange actually. There has been a mouse in my wall keeping me up at night so on Christmas I was incredibly groggy. lol But better than being sick, I'd say! :)

[Gee]

You need to invest in a blunderbuss. Did you manage to snare a partner for Christmas or are you still window shopping ??

[Kathryn Smith]

I just got over pneumonia and a sinus infection so I am most definitely still window shopping. :) :) i have my eye on someone though... ;)

[Simba]

This made me want to cry it’s so sad but beautiful

[Gee]

Thank you......named after the Lion ?

[Simba]

Yes named after the lion

[Nolo Segundo]

I really like your stuff! Narrative poems are not written much today, which is sad-- where would civilization be with the Iliad? And you do it quite well-- the last line had the poignant perfection of a great haiku.

[Gee]

Thank you....

[T.W. Early]

This was a haunting and beautiful piece! I love the montage of images and settings it puts in the readers mind.

[Gee]

Thank you...

[Karen Redburn]

Brought me to tears. A life spent with someone in love will leave an empty space when they are gone. It is like a part of you goes with them. You have captured those sentiments perfectly in this poem, my friend. Fantastic work!

[Gee]

Thank you Karen

[Neville]

Blimey,
who could read these words and not be moved?
I'm gonna tell ya...
Nobody,
that's who.
What a cracking emotionally charged poem, filled with love you have crafted here Gee.......Neville

[Gee]

Thank you Neville, glad you enjoyed.

[Neville]

Hey, my pleasure.....

[Beccy]

'When wearied he would kiss goodnight her wedding day face.'

That is the best description of true and everlasting love I have ever read.

Beccy.

[Gee]

Think I'll frame that review. Thank you Beccy

[An owl on the moon]

So powerfully bittersweet, this loss, this longing, this living in a world that exists only on another paradigm. Makes the heart ache to think of existing so torn apart.

[Gee]

Thank you..........