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FOR HER. 🌹

My wife would be dead In a month.
Like the scarlet leaves our love would fade,
And like the hands of time,
We'd never be able to rewind.

Clock keeps ticking,
I'm renewing my vows to her,
"In sickness and in health"
Till death do us part.

Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Our five years together will be,
But grains of sand.

On this dining table,
I'm served a meal,
Of lost hope and memories,
This truth is hard to swallow.

I never knew the worst day of my life,
Would be the moment life fades from her eyes,
With death making its way towards me
For with her, a part of me shall fade.

"Don't cry, Ife. I'll always be here"
She whispers as she gives her final breath.
And in a split second, my mind is shoved off every fear.
The other part of me braces itself to continue this journey of life, without her, FOR HER .💕

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