Laying in their bed, to early to rise

she thought back of dates and car rides

fifty five years now  together

On the shorter side of getting to heaven,

she would soon again meet her mother.

He had spoken yesterday of going shopping today

maybe work in the tiny garden

Gardens were pretty he’d say.

She had only grown them for him to see.

Looking over, to picture who he had been

loving who he had become

A tear rolled down her cheek

he was there yet gone.