Lost

Lost
by John Trent

Sadness in his eyes
Yet, he lies with a smile
The lines and creases
Cover his ashen face
His heart is broken
And the wounds, so deep
Lonely he sits,
Waiting for the time to pass

Years since past
Their union strong
Three boys in all
Now grown with grands
Seldom their seen
They live afar
His memory fades
As he forgets their names

The aching,
The anguish,
The anger, the rage
She was always nearby,
She was always......
Only her fragrance remains
He thought he’d be first
But he imagined wrong

Lonely he sits,
Waiting for the time to pass
Their home feels so empty
As does his heart
Soon, he hopes
He will feel her embrace
As she looks from above
Waiting for his time to pass