The Widower's Dirge Poem by Bryan Taplits

"My lot is now diminished,
Under an anguished and sordid sun
I'm out of tears
at my spouse's death,
For no longer are we one."

"My dear, Please, don't lose your way!
As you traverse towards heaven's trees
I can't help but sob
as I make this one wish:
'Please,
Just don't follow me! '"

"I'll never again blame you my dear-
(For deceased, you now put me at ease)
"But you must admit
your demise is a terrible trick.
I can‘t deny,
Your final question of ‘Why? '-
For now you should be more easy to please."

"Oh, my darling: Bewitching was your presence
I recall this, 'Oh so well',
My favorite memories
Of you began last night-
Before your own death-knell! "

"I remember our wedding day sublime-
As no longer am I so naïve-
Your grace was unforgettable-
Your mis-timing impeccable -
As was your sincere but most un-natural deeds."

"Oh, but why was my heart taken! ?
The gods are so cruel 'Please, Desist! '
I quiver, and now am I shaken-
For never again is my heart to be awakened-
By the morning's wetness
Of your slobbering and gratuitous kiss."

I wish I could weigh this drear time
To dwell more on my grief at length,
But the day is still bopping-
So I must be hopping
To mourn you-
And quench whole-heartedly-
To keep up my strength."

"Dear Heart: Yes, I know you are no longer here
And 'yes' I know that you are single
And now dead,
All my memories of you
Will eternally be in my view-
And it is that
Which I now am of dread! "