His Love Never Dies Poem by hazel jackson

Holidays use to be the best time of the year for him now they bring him a bleeding heart.

I use to watch him during his everyday routine...he would wake with a smile give his thanks to a blessed day ahead of him do what all people do in there usual morning routines then he would go 2 blocks down from the apartment sit at the corner table and order his usual favorite, strong dose 1 shot all black no sugar and the daily.

I watched his expressions as he caught up on the news of the world around him, the small in-between breaks he use to take between every other article and sip from his cup...he use to look as if he was sure all he had was all he needed how could anyone ever want for more.
fixated on the beauty in front of him he would smile and finish reading as if he was reminded of a good old memory.

he use to remember every special occasion, every favorite food, color, moment and child hood memory every adored book, activity, sport. Everything that was wanted but never really needed.

I lived for his smile and every waking moment, to see his expression and feel the warmth he held inside it made me happy to know he was happy.

the love inside him never faded, you could feel it when he walked into a room or if he just looked at you it was there...until one day just like that his happiness, feelings, warm smile, normality it all faded
in just a blink of an eye.

now he wears his heart on his sleeve..it stains his smile and his clothes with sad, unhappy thoughts you know he's not himself not like before but its ok...he still has a bit of love inside him and he uses it to get by. He seems as if his love for life has died but it never has and it never will, not on a favored holiday like today.

its Christmas he is out in the cold sitting on a bench alone amongst others unlike him head held low next to him is a gift beautifully wrapped but never to be opened, and in front of him is 3 lit candles in memory of his world.

and behind him stands his world in a light blue veil of light with her hand upon his shoulders assuring he is never alone, because not only does his love never dies nor will i let it but my love as well will never die.