OURS/LIFE

WHEN WE MET, OURS WAS HAPPY AND AS LIFE PROGRESSED



THAT WAS OUR WATCHWORD



WE WORKED TOGETHER



READ TOGETHER



LAUGHED, YES EVEN CRIED TOGETHER.



ALL THE WHILE, A QUIET SOMETHING



HAD AN ARM AROUND OUR SHOULDERS.



UNAWARE BUT AWARE



WE ACCEPTED THAT LIFE AS OURS BUT WAS IT?



WE WERE GIVEN THAT WORD TO FULFILL A VACUUM



WE DID NOT KNOW EXISTED



BUT AS WE AGED, THE VACUUM FILLED WITH



LOVE AND APPRECIATION



ONE FOR THE OTHER. BUT THAT BUBBLE BURST



AND OURS BECAME HIS AND HERS WITH AN EMPTY CHAIR IN THE SITTING ROOM.



NOW OURS IS ONLY EMPTY SHOES IN A CLOSET, A COLLECTION OF BALL CAPS



PENCILS IN A DESK DRAWER AND A GHOST WHO COMES TO VISIT ONCE IN A WHILE.



BUT OURS NEVER FADES, THE WORD IS STILL HERE.



JANE NEALE