A Lover’s Lament
by William Morgan
I never thought the day would come when, after 25 years, that I would fall out of love with my wife, Patsy.
Pretty, not beautiful. She had this sexy laugh and deep blue eyes. That’s all it took.
We married in 1988.
She died 2013
She’s been dead a year.
I can no longer look in her eyes for they have liquefied. I can no longer kiss her for her lips have rotted away.
I can no longer…love her… for the squish, squish,gurgle sounds just disturb me.
I’ll have to put her back. The love has decomposed.