Til death do us part...
This poem was inspired by my grandparents who were soul-mates for almost 65 years.
My grandmother died first (a few months short of their 65th) and I was very moved by the anguish expressed by my Grandfather at the funeral.
He survived her by a number of years living into his 90s.
Theirs was a parting of real sorrow on that day and I know he thought of her a lot in the subsequent years.
He was a tea-totaller, no alcohol, so I've added a line about "solace from a bottle" just to set it apart a little.
But its about him and what he felt.
I'm sorry, I should have made that a little more clearer from the start.
This poem is separate from the one "Heart of Longing" - they do not refer to the same situation necessarily.