THEN

 

Bits and pieces came back to him
In quiet moments
She was older then ...
A walking talking image of dignity and grace
Fine lines, deep bottomless pools
Truly a work of art
Crafted by unearthly hands
Her voice soft and slow
As she picked up his hand
The horizon and surroundings
In and out of focus
He felt himself falling
Into the bottomless pools
She caught him
He rested in her arms
Her smile
Of all the wonderful things about her
Her smile
Truly sent him
The bits and pieces continued to floated by
He watched them
Rolling back into her
Drifting
Slipping
Slowly
Closing his eyes