My bouffant beauty

To celebrate my love for you, for your heart clutched in mine

I take a vow, each little you in me will remain conserved

I will be a memoir your beauty deserved

I will freeze all the moments

And frame all the happenstance touches

Heirloom of our love,

Your perfection and my Imperfection

The Monologue of our winks

The dance of our grins

Everything that my heart observed, everything that my eyes saw

Will remain etched in my soul

The Oodles of your laughter, near the willow

The reserve of your tears, on the pillow

Osmosis you were, Punk I was

Beauty you were, Nerd I was

Now I stand near the riverbed of your mirage

See you saturate and camouflage

In a butterfly

With Singed brows I look at the sky

To see you soar and transfuse into nature

Your core transparent, devoid of any humor, without any whimsy.

I tiptoed to reach you, you were not there,

My extended hands returned empty

“A memoir by a husband for his deceased wife”

Written for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads  Helen's Choice

Image courtsey Aaiero