She stood in the shadows,
Just out of his sight,
A breeze through the window,
Added chill to the night.

He laid there in rest,
Face bathed in moonlight,
Hair greyer, face lined,
It told of his plight.

Her love he had been,
Through year upon year,
Their hopes and their dreams,
They knew nothing of fear.

But life played its cards,
And then gathered the cost,
She fought like an army,
But the battle she lost.

She’d watched as he mourned,
His loss seared on her heart,
A burning hot memory,
That they were apart.

His love was her comfort,
Wrapped up in his arms,
Gave strength when she weakened,
Acceptance and calm.

She walked quietly over,
Her eyes filled with pride,
Gave teardrops of pain,
As she knelt by his side.

Her time almost done now,
Softly stroking his face,
Her lips gently kissed him,
Her loving embrace.

He stirred in his slumber,
Awakened somehow,
His mind playing tricks,
But his eyes searching now.

He smelled her perfume,
And felt her caress,
Could taste her kiss on him,
That sweet tenderness.

He looked to the corner,
A movement he saw,
On the breeze but a whisper,
His one love no more.

She stood in the shadows,
Just out of his sight,
Her last look upon him,
As she entered the night.