'I love you' I said as I turned to my wife with no <br />answer she rose from the bed, she stood in the window <br />and turned as to look; right through me my heart felt <br />like lead. <br />Had I done something wrong had she met <br />someone else my mind was a torrent of fear, I asked <br />her again if I'd displeased her somehow but my voice <br />seemed to fall on deaf ears. <br />'I know I was late from work late last night, but <br />there's no reason to treat me this way.' I started to <br />dress, my hair in a mess I told her the coffee was <br />made. The telephone rang; 'Mom is that you? ' from the <br />speaker-phone close to her knee. Her mother explained <br />the car left the road John died at twenty past three. <br /> <br />I stood there and froze, from my head to my toes, <br />since work I couldn't remember the trip. I raced to <br />the door but my hand seemed to claw with a knob I <br />couldn't quite grip I realised then the dire straits I <br />was in an angel in front beckoning me. He said 'done is <br />your life finally comfort your wife then step through <br />the portal with me.' <br /> <br />My wife so bereft to her mother <br />she wept then she suddenly stopped and then smiled. <br />Her mother inquired to the state of her child <br />'I can smell coffee mom.......I think John just left.'<br /><br />Craig Anderson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-final-goodbye-3/
