We had planned to visit Italy together
But plans often go awry
We didn’t plan for cancer to take you
Gone at such a young age
All of our dreams crashed into nothing
I made it to Italy
Thought I could escape
Your memory
But the future we never shared
Haunts me here too
I rented a quaint place
A shop below
Where I sell our things
Above it a small apartment
Where I imagine you might fly in on wings
One bicycle rests outside
Remember we had planned
To cycle the cobbled streets
But now there’s only one cycle not two
And oh how I miss you
E.A. Fussell
02.09.2020
E. A. Fussell 