I looked at that duct-taped door.
It nearly brought tears to my eyes,
When I remembered the happy times
We shared before and after children arrived.
I remembered the moment after our “I do’s,”
You wanted to carry me across the threshold.
Unfortunately, I weighed a little too much,
But I still saw you as debonair and so bold.
Oh, the times we entered that golden portal,
No calumny, only words of love were spoken.
Now you are gone, and nothing mitigates the pain,
So, like the door, I feel irreversibly broken.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for January 19, 2019. Photo Prompt by Dale Rogerson. Fandango prompt is Mitigate. Your daily Prompt is Calumny.
A sad tale, but one that many can relate to.
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You’ve expressed loss and regret brilliantly here
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Thank you for reading and a beautiful uplifting comment.
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This one goes straight to my heart.
You could have been writing about me.
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Thank you for the comment and reading the post. I am sorry for your loss.
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Thank you. That is kind. It has been four years and I’m doing quite fine.
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Touching!
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