Denial Poem by Ima Ryma

An old couple lived up the lane.
I guess they'd been there 'bout a year.
They seemed like nice folks, proud and plain.
It showed they loved each other dear.
But after that first visit call,
I only saw her to say 'Hi.'
And, I did not see him at all.
Perhaps he was just very shy,
One night, while walking by their place,
I felt a sudden sense of dread.
Deciding to check, just in case -
I found them upstairs in their bed.

She soundly slept away the night,
His badly rotted corpse held tight.