Poetry Thursday

They were them, her and him, in their youth after the war

They did everything together often hand and hand

They were sure it was a love that would withstand

But suddenly, after a job offer, they were split up when his family moved to Omaha

The couple swore the move would not drive them apart

At first they were pen pals writing every week

But soon they stopped writing and joined their own cliques.

And they stopped writing and they both became memories of the heart.

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They both married in their twenties and had families

Kids, dogs, cats and picket fences

They both had to find a way to meet expenses.

Sometimes, at night they would wonder about one another and think of those days of ease

The kids got married, had kids too, and soon retired

Their spouses soon grew sick

And they were soon widows and widower looking back at a life that passed too quick

It seems like both were waiting for their time to expire.

Alone now they both began to think of their former love.

He decided to search for her and asked for help from his grandson.

Who found a Facebook page with posts about her class reunion.

Then her page, with an address in her profile. He was certain he had got help from above

He thought about emailing her or putting pen to paper
But he knew to say what he wanted to say they needed to be face to face.

He drove back to his old hometown trying to quell the urge to race

He said a prayer when he got to her house to find something wise to say to her

He knocked on the door and stood straight

She opened the door and tears filled her eyes

All the years were swept away their old faces nothing but a disguise

Because while love may come early it never comes too late