Never Having To Say You'Re Sorry
With each breath their love grew a love like no other;
the world seem to vanish when they were together.
She's charming and quick-witted, working class student,
a passion love for music, caring, and prudent.
He's a "preppy jock ", heir to family fortune.
She became his wife without his father's support.
Dealing with life struggles, wanting a family,
her struggle with knowledge she was dying quickly.
On her dying bed her wish was to be embraced,
she told him she had no regrets, she had been graced.
With the love they had shared as she took her last breath.
Aware it was imminent she did not fear death.
His father arrived too late, and said, "I'm sorry."
His son's response,
"Love, Love means never having to say you're sorry."
He looked down into her face, no matter how hard
he stares, she didn't move, his essence and body marred.
He found a woman he loved, truly loved, and she
has been taken from him, never again to be.
A tear rolled down his check while watching the sky chant
alive with color of lavender to vibrant,
pink, lustrous orange as the sun descends into
the skyline, vanishing into the deepest hue.
10/1/2017
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