Every next day

The sun still rose the day that she didn’t

Emptiness lingering in the stuffed summer air

Rose bushes still blooming, not granting

The dignity to wilt under the widower’s glare

He shut down the curtains, solemnly grieving

Ambushed by the world that keeps spinning it’s wheels

And relit the candles, that crackled and flickered

Numb to the sense of his silent appeals

But every next day meant her legacy lasted

And every next day brought her memory grace

All lonely hearts consumed by the sorrow

Were warmed by the ghost of her loving embrace

Fates severed her string, but the fire that she started

Urged his to fight until life turns him grey

To keep the flame burning, engraving her story

And carry her love into every next day