GROWING OLD TOGETHER

She sits by his side looking out the window. Sounds of machines playing god. She runs her hands through his gray hair. She wonders why he has to leave with out her. She can not see herself with out his soul snug next to hers on those cold dark and rainy nights. It’s been a long life together, a good life. How many can say they died in bed while holding the hand of the love of their life.

She met him in her 20's. It was love at first site. While all of her friends moved from person to person searching for their soul mate, their lobster, she knew she had found him when he greeted her with that smug smile on that first date. "How could one be so lucky" she thought?

While the night is filled with sadness it is also filled with happiness for the joy he has brought her over the years. She squeezes his hand. He squeezes hers. His eyes open just enough to get a last look at his love. He can not talk but she knows what he is thinking. He is saying thank you my dear. Thank you for being there for me all of these years. Like a World War II love poem she can see it in his eyes. The machines start to yell. They are not happy. But she smiles as she knows he is no longer in pain.

"The pain is gone now my dear. I will never forget you and I will join you some day soon"