Denim Jeans
Against an azure sky.
Faded wooden dock, beside
Still, shining waters.
No shoes, no problems;
Only laughs and words whispered.
Promises made,
Secrets kept,
And hands that swear to never let go.


Turquoise dress.
Crystal tears run,
A waterfall sizzling onto the creaking dock.
No shoes, problems pouring forth
Like sand in an hourglass.
Worse nightmares coming true-
A lonely shadow on her knees.
Hurting, missing hands she fears
she’ll never hold again.


Sapphire ring,
He’s knelt there on one jeaned knee.
Her eyes wide, glitter with
Love filled tears.
Initials and a date etched into faded
Creaking posts. The dock stands on,
Like the promises their love will
Be built on.
Hands that only death can pull apart.

Cobalt sweater
Covers her shaking arms.
Falling on knees too weak to stand,
On the mossy bank.
Collapsed.
The sturdy dock,
And his loving heart.
80 years of everything they were,
Drift in the wind
As ashes, sprinkled
Over sun kissed water
So blue.