Our Widow’s Walk

It seems our breath for life is losing steam
And you may note the withering of acts –
It seems we’re now content to just daydream
Without the need to question missing facts!
We traveled well and share old memories
Those photographs, now faded, help remind
O’er time we watched with changing energies
And knew the face of fate was veiled behind.
The valentines of yesteryears foregone
Like lovers of the past who drift dark skies
And you and I still here to travel on
To where lost loves will take us by surprise!
     We are the widows on that trail of years
     Our friendship is the love that perseveres.