"Are you ready, my love?" he asked softly.
She opened her heavy lidded eyes, lashes damp against the rough cotton pillow, the hint of a smile on her lips.
"Yes," she whispered, closed her tired eyes and nodded imperceptibly.
"Then, let's go," he said, gently taking her hand. "Wait'll you see the view!"
Author's Note
I love a writer's prompt with a image. This one asked for a poem. Love, in all its forms, is poetry. This scene instantly came to mind—a husband, passed, comes to collect his beloved in her final moment. Free from their earthly confines, they take a stroll among the stars.
I hope you enjoy. How would you interpret this picture? Drop a comment, or poem below!
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