Parted

[Jerrybaldy]

The moment we have held in dread
Since leaving our disheveled bed
Since we were all through
And one became two.
We dress each other in the gloom
Fall silent as we leave the room
Downstairs we embrace, so heavy hearted
So close and close to being parted.
You tilt your head and accept your fate
Your face is etched with the loss you await
Torn, we tread the hallway floor
Face the moment and open the door.
I rush to the garden and pick you some flowers
" See you after work, in eight whole hours".

:nopity:

[Hawkman]

Nice amusing little poem Jerrybaldy and a nice twist at the end. H