It’s the 9th of April 1980, it’s our anniversary today, married for 37 years;
The juke box plays out our wedding song, I hold my Wife’s hand and kiss away her happy tears.
We go to the same restaurant down the lane, as we did all those years ago;
The candles light up my beautiful Wife’s face, shining such an amazing glow.
I clasp her hand as I whisper “even after all these years, I am still in love with you”;
Her eyes light up, as her smile replies “o sweetheart, I’m still in love with you to”.
I open my Wife’s car door for her, before I sit myself behind the wheel;
Its wonderful how floating like a butterfly, can really make you feel.
Driving home in the dark, when I see two bright lights come speeding my way;
I swerve to avoid a collision, before a flashing light turns the night back in to the day.
I must have passed out, as I come around I am laying in my bed at home;
I hear my Wife downstairs crying, as she speaks to her Mother on the phone.
I sit by my Wife holding her hand, but she just pulls it away;
It’s so cold in here, I can see her breath, even though it’s the middle of the day.
She gets up walking past me, like I am not even there;
She has our wedding photos spread across the kitchen table,
there are pictures of me everywhere.
I walk back into our bedroom, to find my Wife cuddled up in my dressing gown, on my side of the bed, watching our wedding DVD;
As I sit down next to her she whispers, “I am so sorry I couldn’t change your destiny”.
I put my arm around her, kiss her gently, as she turns out the bedside light;
I see tears roll down her cheek from behind her closed eyes, as she whispers out “baby goodnight”.
The sun rises upon on a new day, as ringing wakes us, it’s her Mother back on the phone;
My Wife starts crying again, as she whimpers out “I don’t want to be alone”.
She creeps slowly downstairs, making just one cup of tea;
I sit down next to her asking her “what’s wrong”, but she won’t even look up at me.
Whilst looking at my picture on the table she whispers, “Baby I miss you so very much”;
I try to calm her down by stroking her hair, but it seems like she cannot even feel my touch.
She walks around dressed in black, a veil to catch her tears as they cry;
I’m standing by the front door, as she glances back, whispering “goodbye”.
As the car pulls away I run after her, she doesn’t look back once through the rear viewing window screen;
I chase them for miles, until they reach the crematorium, this is all starting to feel like a dream.
I walk through the chapel, as my Wife sits crying on the front row;
Sitting next to her is my Mother, then Brother and finally at the end, sits my Uncle Joe.
I don’t understand what is going on, so I walk up to the coffin to see;
My heart stops, the church goes cold, as the name on the casket reads “ME”.
My life flashes past, as memories replay up until the moment that I passed away;
I turn to see my beautiful Wife, whose eyes seem to be looking over my way.
A bright light appears, piercing through the roof, revelling a stairway to the sky;
The light draws me closer, I blow a kiss towards my Wife, as I whisper out “baby goodbye”.
BARRY MOWLES ©2011