The sky’s a little brighter now, darkest clouds have moved away,

and I see a glimpse, just here and there, of bright beyond the grey.

My heart is just as heavy, my tears still fall and sting,

but then when least expected, from somewhere I start to sing,

 

My bed is still a lonely place, perhaps will always be,

for we shared a special kind of love, learned over 60 years you see.

Don’t mean the love of long ago when passion ruled to day,

but we had learned a different love, of care, of warmth, of play.

 

So as I look through my window and see a hint of blue,

I smile and try to picture her just as the ‘girl’ I knew.

And I think I see her face once more, no longer drawn in pain,

So I’ll bide my time until the day when we will meet again.