A Lunch of Tears and Sorrows

Finding Debra

A Lunch of Tears and Sorrows

She loved him in the evening of her life

Whereas I met him in the morning of mine

Like common strangers we met at noon lunch

Hers was tears and sorrow I ordered the same

I looked a mile or more for her smile

Highways, back roads, alleyways held no clues

She left the road of herself wandering in the memory of his love

When she peeked I tried to smile

My wounded heart find solace in her peek

She, too, seemed to find a grounding in my style

We wedded into each other’s wounds

Kick our smiles down the road of time

I held her hand in mine.