A Poet's Haven

She strummed a rendition of “ Killing Me Softly “…
As each string spoke to my scars…
She seemed to know how each string…
Shared a memory of her…
Silence echoed between notes…
A lifetime of love shared…
Ending in only a few dozen full moons…
We laughed and loved threw them all…
A mere thirty sunrises between them…
Enjoy each sunrise…
Love every moment…
As a poetic love affair…
When the sorrows arrive and they will…
Remember the poetry…
It will get you through loneliness…