Moving On

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


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