The bar,
Saturday night.
He drank away his grief
and just tried to forget about
His wife;
he hadn’t seen her in ages
but he could still feel her –
her touch, her smile…
Oh God;
it’s been two years…
She suddenly got sick
and before they knew what to do…
She…She…
She couldn’t leave.
He’d never left her side,
so she would not abandon him.
Not now;
when he needed all of her strength
to put down the liquor,
to stand back up
and live.