Submissions by marcus_b

It was a little bit past seven
when I walked into his room;
the lights were off, the drapes were pulled,
it looked more like a tomb
than the “home” of my beloved.
But here is where he waited.

What I could not understand
is why he would be here
and not at home at rest with me
where I could hold him near.
But this is where he waited.

Oh, they knew him at the hospice,
at least, they knew his name,
but I was his “compadrè”,
their love was not the same.
Yet here is where he waited.

I opened up the curtains to let some...