It was in the middle of December, on a cold stormy night.
The snowflakes were falling slowly, making it white everywhere in sight.
As I looked out the window, I wondered would he arrive home in time.
He had captured my heart, this special man of mine.
I turned and looked at the hot embers in the fireplace.
It was such a lovely meal and, was just waiting for someone to taste.
Just then the phone rang, and I jumped with a start.
I knew at that moment, I would end up with a broken heart.
I picked up the phone and my voice cracked as I said hello, with a sense of dread.
Oh please Lord I prayed, don’t let my husband be dead.
The voice at the other end called me by name, and said my husband wasn’t doing too good.
I drove very quickly with tears running down my face.
I wondered if I would arrive in time, and my heart began to race.
As I approached the nurse quickly hustled me into the room.
He was lying there, not able to speak and I wished that he would say something soon.
I held his hand in mine, as I felt his life slip away.
I lost my true love that night and I have never loved again since that very day.
I lost my best friend, and lover and my soulmate on that dreadful day.
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of my poems and short stories
