Donal Mahoney


Unrequited Love


On their 50th anniversary
Sammy gave Dolly a necklace
and told his darling wife that
if they lived long enough
one of them would wake
to find the other one had died.
'That's life, ' said Sammy.

And so it came to pass
Dolly rose one day
and found old Sammy
on the bathroom floor,
face blue, body cold,
arms outstretched,
an old man crucified.

This wasn't the first time
in 50 years Sammy had
ruined Dolly's day but now
free of fear, Dolly spoke:
'I never thought you'd die.
I'll have your ashes in an urn
and under dirt by end of day.'

Submitted: Tuesday, March 04, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 04, 2014

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  • Susan Lacovara (3/4/2014 10:26:00 AM)

    Quite the unexpected twist, imagining a happily ever after, in a different direction. Crafty, and caught my attention immediately...To better days for Dolly! (Report) Reply

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