A Last Goodbye

How can we say our last goodbye? You and I.

When all the years we’ve loved and laughed and cried.

What secret must we learn, that makes life for the other worth the try?

We are so bound, our marriage knot so tightly we have tied.

If one is gone, what good the summers’ days we both made treasure?

Or places seen and loved, but seen and loved as one.

When young, we give scarce thought to life’s stern measure.

Yet age, however strongly fought, still cools the sun.

Maybe we’ve given life a stick with which to beat us.

We used our love to bind us. Became too close for death to tear apart.

A cloud might come and lift us. To bear us without fuss.

Then could we stay together, Eternity to start.