The old man wakes from in his dream
His eyes are wet from what he’s seen
It shakes him.
Their dog is lying on his leg
Max whimpers low and tilts his head.
He pets him
He slowly shakes his head. He won’t go back to bed, and so,
He and the dog get up and down the stairs they go.
The old man sits on their worn couch
And by his side the dog’s stretched out
Max needs him.
They watch the sunrise off the point
A sight that never disappoints
It cheers him.
“We keep her hours now,” he says to Max. They have since she has passed.
“She must be laughing now.” The irony’s not lost.
She said “I do” when asked and so did I,
when we were both too young to realize
What life might have in store.
But through it all our love stayed strong,
Our family thrived. Together we were fortified.
We weathered every storm.
We watched our kids grow up and move away.
They tackled life and did okay, with families of their own.
Soon 65 years passed and we were gray,
Then she got sick and passed away and I was all alone.
The old man knows it won’t be long,
Perhaps two years, Max will be gone.
It scares him.
He doesn’t want to face alone
The pain of her not in their home.
It tears him.
He touches her piano. He sees he leaves his trace within the dust.
He starts to softly cry. Sometimes it’s all too much.
Max lifts his head, then licks his hand.
At least today, he’ll be okay.