Tuesday, December 13, 2011


After his wife died
his laugh was not as bright,
his thoughts not as sharp.
He had his family and friends.
Hell, he even loved his job.
He took long walks
through the streets of Portland,
seemed to be searching for her,
like someday he would find her.
He never went with another woman.
He lived 21 more years, till 77,
and when he died I hope he found her.

copyright 2011 David Elsey