Memories of Love

There hovered in her eyes
Dim with age
Red rimmed with sleepless nights
A fleeting look of recognition
A memory of love
Long past.

He stood at the door
Uncertainly
A buck, wary of the hunt,
Ready to bolt
Yet, a magnificent sight.

She bid him come in silently
As she did many moons ago.
But still he stood at the door
Not crossing the threshold.

Instead, he beckoned to her
Come with me, as you have
Always done.

She laughs at this joke
Me? Infirm and unable?

They found her lifeless the next day.

She had gone, after all.