My darling passed in a dream, <br />My world went with him. <br />All I have remaining are his bathing oils <br />And visions of his masculinity. <br /> <br />If only these withered hands <br />Could recall the times we caressed <br />It would suffice on this winter day. <br />Then I would not have to conceal <br />My sorrow with a smile.<br /><br />Buxton Shippy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-darling-21/
