Passed Away

She lies on the cushions
Where he used to nap and snore
A smile flickers across her lips
As she remembers.

Pulling a soft blanket
Over her legs,
She leans back on the pillows
And watches the ticking clock.

Its round, white face
Looks like his
When he smiled
And his cheeks ballooned into balls.

The dark fireplace
Stares at the emptiness
Of the spaces where his body
Sang his melody.

But the song is silent now
And the room is still
He has left the stage
With no encore.

@Harvester 14 April 2013