She was gone without a trace
Nothing left, not even her name
Her existence was wiped clean
But for her husband, not left the same
All that was left, an album of memories
He found on their neatly made bed
Was the only trace of his wife's existence
Along with the memories in his head
Depression gained control of the lost man
As he asked around for where his wife was
And recieved confusion from those he asked
Looking for her was all he had because
He lost his job, his home and all that he owned
But their pillows and the album of their life
When he goes to bed, both pillows down
He uses the album to replace his wife
That was his ritual every night
Until the man was dead
And found in an alley, clutching the album
Not frowning, but smiling instead.
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A Thousand Words
PoetryA poem about a man who loses his wife in every way but his memories and a photo album. Please tell me what you think. Cover credit to Alexis-the-Panda!
