Her Treasury

In silence he walked
Through the morning chill
Fighting his tears
As his heart grew still

Under the weight
Of his memories
Shifting and mobile,
Cold, restless seas.

He thought of years
He had shared with her
When the warmth of a smile
Caused his heart to stir

With simple amazement
That she could see
His value, his soul
As her treasury.

But now he lives
‘Neath an endless pain
Secretly wishing
She’d live again.

© 2011 Pam H. Murray