Immortality

She loved him. He liked her. She loved more.

He read her poems. She listened: as he hesitated, then hastened.

Time passed. The skies turned. He died. His body burned.

His poems remained.

She read them sometimes. To relive what he said. To listen what he left unsaid.

Reviews

[Marie]

I read this twice to get the true meaning of it. A beautiful, sad story.