He Misses Her

He never misses a day

He goes rain or shine

He doesn’t care if it’s day or night

He drives by our house, along the country lane

He parks in the lay-by at the graveyard

He opens the gate by the derelict church

He walks to his wife’s grave

He was married for sixty years

He talks to her, but she’s not there

He never misses a day, but he misses her

I…

I never want it to be me.


Thanks for reading. I’d be over the moon if you give a little 💚. It will help a few others find me 🙂. Take care.

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