In the Next Life, Canto II, stanzas 99-103

The time that we would part our ways draws near.
I sag a little bit and so does she.
I say “So long” with artificial cheer.
I’m sure that she expected that of me.

At last she turns and starts along the road.
She’ll have to clear some fallen trees, I’m sure,
while I can follow and not be thus slowed,
so I’ll be able to keep up with her.

Now I am satisfied she’s on her way.
I turn and wistfully I say goodbye.
I’m frightened, and it’s not too late to stay,
but I’d regret it if I did not try.

The thought of ’52 alone out there
with hostile carriers on every side
would bring more guilt than I could ever bear.
By going onward, I can say I tried.

So on I go to link my fate with hers,
to celebrate her triumphs and her thrills,
to suffer all the hardships she incurs,
to die along with her if One so wills.

©2010 Louis A. Merrimac