The Library – Poem #102

Gone 14 years today.

I went to our “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  while 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

I’ve often thought everyone dies twice
once when we leave our bodies
and fly off into infinity
and once when our name is spoken
for the last time.

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

“Wait here for me JoAnn.
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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3 Responses to The Library – Poem #102

  1. beetleypete says:

    There are times when I find such heartbreaking poems very difficult to read. But then I think of your real devotion, and look at the happiness in that old photo, and I can feel the joy behind the sadness.
    It occurred to me this morning that I am envious. The love that you two shared, and the way your relationship survived such adversity, that’s very rare. Something to be treasured indeed.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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  2. Jennie says:

    Wonderful, Frank. A true expression of your heart. You are blessed.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. chicagoguy14 says:

    Quiet power and beauty in this piece. Thanks for this Frank.

    Liked by 1 person

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