He can vividly remember so many
of the conversations
which took place
walking these three streets
over to the shops and back again.
Sometimes he would simply listen
intently or distractedly
to the house sparrow chatter
flying musically from her mouth
and punching pretty holes in the sky
around her smiling face.
But that was another time…
a ‘Yesterday’ now tangibly dissolved
into sigh-inducing memory.
Although when he closes his eyes
and quiets his yearning mind
for but a moment,
it feels almost as if he could
still reach out a trembling hand
and touch her warmth once more.
Yet, it is an action and gamble
far too great and important to take.
So instead, he settles for whistling
one of her many favourite songs,
as he opens the door
with a still beating heart built for two
but a shopping bag
carrying only enough vittles for one.
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