A Christmas Reverie.

Silent Night

Quiet today, her joyful voice.
Quieted at Christmas, for the first time.
How many times she sang, and how beautifully,
across the years, the decades.
But that expression of heart and soul is gone now.
Faded. Evaporated, along with precious memories,
and we are left in silence.
Me, lost in reverie, she in a gray mist.

Our treasures have become mine alone,
while she retains little, beyond breath,
and days following long nights following unmemorable days.
Still, she has our love. My love. For the duration and beyond.

Thankfully, the sound of her sweet voice echoes in my heart.
Strong, never to be forgotten.

Merry Christmas, sweetheart.