67th Year

It would have been your 67th birthday had you been given the length in years that time took so abruptly.  Parlayed into what exactly when even my memories are fading fast as time continues to plunder even my deepest secrets?

I remember things, feelings, hopes, and dreams of our youth.  The life we built together, the challenges we faced as spouses and as parents to our children.  Our little treasured joys tucked away into a moment of pure, unadulterated feeling of bliss.  All ended in your quiet passing; time ticking into minutes, dissolving into nothingness.

I wanted to scream back the pain of loss but it will be a muffled ejaculation with no particular purpose other than to further chip away at my newfound strength living without you.  Why will I allow myself to be swallowed back into the vortex of chaos where nothing ever made sense?

I did not and could not forget but I made peace with time.  You will always be the only man I ever loved.  And though time was short, it did not sever the bond of love I have with you.  Rest easy for in your peaceful slumber, I quietly say my prayers.