never again

golden boy born  
on martha's vineyard
many years before he
stole my heart
made me his wife
worked on the novel
he was writing
as i proofed each
finished page
for the first
year of our marriage
 
he aspired to  
be another  
ernest hemmingway
his talent oozed
from his pores
like booze  
on an alcoholic's  
body after a  
prolonged binge
 
he was just
as good a lover
as he was a writer
making love to me
just the way
i liked it
whenever i wanted
spending long hours
in bed with me
forever saying
he would never
leave me
 
his only fault
was abhorring  
writer's block
if you could
even call it one
when it hit him
i would watch him
hold his head
in one hand
his blond hair  
falling forward  
covering his eyes
a sullen look  
on his handsome face
 
he was the
last person  
i would ever dream
could take his own life  
and why he did  
i suppose i will  
never know
i loved him more  
than life itself
my life would
never be the  
same again, no
not then  
nor ever again
 
 
Note:  This is not a true story and was born in my imagination.