The fragrance of freshly bloomed flowers were in the air and you walked away, leaving them for the other girls. I tried like a fool to get them for you but looked obnoxious in doing so.
You stopped caring along time ago and your eyes showed the world this. The dreaded glow of these younger women terrified you since you never got to be a young women. You were a girl , woman and mother almost with no time for a pimple, let alone for a soul to squeeze.
Men were off the radar as were women, The most satisfying sexual encounter you had was when the bag boy at the supermarket made eye contact to ask paper or plastic. "Those beautiful brown eyes" you would always sigh upon getting into your Cream ES430. Cranking the harman kardon system up as you drove away to the dirty dancing soundtrack in which you loved so much.
Pulling up to your Estate in Lenox, with its horseshoe driveway that gave way to the stables on the far end of your Tudor castle. The soft glow of torch lights led the way throughout your perfectly manicured property overlooking the Berkshires. Things were nice and you could not wait for the 4Th, when you knew he would come as he does every year.
Finding out how to make love to your deceased husbands ghost was still any body's ( who would listen ) guess. You loved these once a year meetings and you knew they were winding down as your husbands ghost seemed to trickle away each year you saw him. He said it had to do with the overall glow of heaven and he needed to be part of it to be whole, but he needed to be with you make himself whole and time was running out.
Your love for him never withered or even trembled in uncertainty. He was yours as you were his even though he encouraged you to forget about him and move on.