DEAR BILL
by ABBIE JOHNSON TAYLOR
I believe that one day, you’ll
walk through the door and take me
in your arms and we’ll embrace.
What happened a year ago
was a major obstacle
flung in our path to wedded
bliss. What happened yesterday
was only a small setback.
I knew that as I sat by
your hospital bed and we
laughed and talked. You dozed
from time to time but
wouldn’t admit you slept. I tried to kiss you but
my lips couldn’t reach yours through
the side rail. You reached out
and stroked my hair and told me
not to worry. So as I
did last year, I’ll lead my lone
existence. I’ll get up in
the morning and make breakfast
for one instead of two,
go about my day, making
time to visit you when I
can, thinking of you all the
while, go to sleep
in my lonely bed, knowing
you’ll soon be lying next
to me. I believe that
some day, you’ll walk through the door,
take me in your arms, and hold
me. I’ll live for that day.
THE END