She was too hot to sleep
And she thought back to him
His smile, his pride, his petulance and
His rebuke.
She remembered his desire for cake
His attention to detail
His love of her white dress
and his dislike of all things careless.
He had demanded her best
but was slow to praise
She had no doubt
that she pleased him in every way.
He was forever gone now
She could never give or receive
a tender word again.
And yet at times he could feel so close.
She had woken during his tutelage
As if from a deep sleep.
And she would always remember him
Through the years, through the years.
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