Teacups And Tears

An oldie given an airing

Time, the great healer had done no such thing.
His home had become a shrine,
her photos adorning walls
and every dust covered surface.
He celebrated birthdays, anniversaries,
with her memory,
a table for two in their favourite restaurant,
two glasses of red poured.
Waiters would ask as to his partners arrival,
he would smile,
continue his conversation oblivious to the stares.
Back home he would comfy himself,
feet warm in slippers,
slippers that sat nestled aside hers when not worn,
these beneath her summer coat in the hallway.
With a whisky in hand he would pore over letters, albums,
watch, re watch, over and over badly shot film,
weddings, birthdays, Christmas'.
Always there was laughter, a smile on her face.
When wearied he would kiss goodnight her wedding day face,
tell her that he loved her,
would see her in the morning.

In the kitchen two teacups, side by side,
sat readied for breakfast.

Reviews

[BBP]

Well that one made me drop a tear in my coffee cup. this was so tragically beautiful.

I loved the story.

[Gee]

Thank you, based this on what I'd be like in later years if my wife taken before me.

[BBP]

awwwww......... i feel the same about my husband.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, this is so powerful, Gee.

reminds me of a scene in a movie...where the woman is pretending that she is eating an anniversary dinner with her late husband...
and also reminds me of William Carlos Williams' "Widows lament in springtime."
j.

[Gee]

Thank you Jacob. Still pretty gobsmacked when I get good reviews from my peers.
Hope you are well.

[DEESINALEXIS]

This is a really great piece of writing...it shows deep and profund love that not even time can erase...

great job

[Gee]

Thank you..

[J. Hampton]

I feel every bit of the pain in this
as a truly great piece will allow us in and give us an inside experience

[Gee]

Thank you for your kind words JH

[Zahra]

So heart-wrenching but a story beautifully told. Thank you for sharing

[Gee]

Thank you Zahra

[Elizabeth Mars]

Sad but beautiful. The last line in particular (In the kitchen two teacups...) really tugged at my heart. Such a heartfelt piece, I love love love it!

[Gee]

Thank you Elizabeth

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

So crying now Gee...the unbearable truth of this loss. But not loss really, just limbo until. Who says you can’t create a gentler reality, one where true love continues on a different plane, suspended in time, as your protagonist does so well? Not I! Great poem and ‘Plan B’...

[Gee]

Thank you Annette. God help me my wife go first the fella would be me.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

I know what you mean Gee. I know what you mean.

[Matthew Kult]

Charmingly Depressing, to love so much. How lonely one must be...

Sad but lovely read

Matthew

[Gee]

Thank you Matthew

[Matthew Kult]

You are welcome Gee.

Matthew

[emmajoy]

Happens - time and time, land by land, age by age: true love, heart love. Absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder, it engraves it on the forever even though... This is am exquisite epitaph, writte quite simply and yet, up there with the stars. Beautiful sadness.

[Gee]

Hi EmmaJ, am chuffed you approve. Hope all is well with you.

[Gee]

Oops, thank you..