The Library

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I went to the library room today
paneled in English walnut
furnished with a leather sofa
where one can sit while visiting the ashes.

A quiet space within
an already quiet space
a space of quiet speaking
with the loved one in the box
behind the glass.

Not everyone can visit their
final resting place still alive
to sit and contemplate.
Many would rather not
but she is here and my name
is already on the door.

Our faces look out at passers by
from a little pewter frame
as we were when we were young.
We never knew the little picture
in the carnival photo booth would be
the proof of our existence.
She is smiling as the boy I was
looks back at me.

Our boxes will rest together
in our little space behind the glass
until the great marble building
is reduced to rubble and
no one living remembers us.
Our library will be a quiet space
for she and me as we stay
together for eternity

Before exiting to the sun
I leave a note.
I always do.

“Wait here for me.
I will join you in the blink of an eye.”


About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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4 Responses to The Library

  1. Most romantic song of recent years my favorite lyrics.Great post.


  2. elainecanham says:

    That was lovely. I had to read it several times. It sounds like an amazing room.
    Though lovers be lost love shall not;
    And death shall have no dominion.


    • toritto says:

      Hi Elaine – glad you liked. After my wife died and my daughters and I came to Florida we needed a place to permanently place her ashes. The “library” (its actually called that!) was perfect for us – my girls picked it for their mother. It’s a quiet place to sit and dream.

      Thanks and regards.


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