Despondently, the crowds
They never asked a reason why
their worlds felt so drab,
as Christmas lights became
They didn't dare allow
to feel the emptiness that grew
so deep inside of them. Memories
of way back when would tantalize
and tease, but never quite enough
for their release.
Credit cards and gifts
Always seeking more and more.
But nothing seemed to satisfy
their need. And there within
a little shop, a picture soothed
Two lovers holding hands
they looked into each others eyes.
Nothing could disguise the love they felt.
No matter any offer, though, this picture
won't be sold.
A quiet, calm expression
in airwaves all around. Gray-haired
and bent, they found the artist there.
It was as if his one last breath
was heaven-sent and true.
Eyes open wide, he found
waiting for him on the other side.
Crowds gathered, yet the air had changed.
The mood no longer felt inflamed.
Somehow their love had rearranged it all...
? Michaelette ?