Act II, Final Scene: The Unturned Page

Who knew she’d meet with tragedy while in the prime of life?

And sadder still to be the one who’d buried his young wife.

A ribbon marked the unturned page where dreams lie yet ahead;

Throughout her days, she’d penned her thoughts as she lay here in bed.

Both pain and triumphs, journalized through ordinary days,

Revealed the treasures of her heart within its lines’ own maize.

 

The satin ribbon felt so soft within his trembling hand

That, for a moment lost in time, it seemed a silken strand.

He closed his eyes and felt her hair as he would do each night;

Then, closed the book until the day he’d feel the time was right.

His future seemed as void of ink as her unwritten page.

The second act was over now, and lights dimmed on the stage.

Reviews

[Tovli]

this is really one of the best pieces of prose/poetry I have read of your work. well done. keep it up. tovli