He sits in his favorite chair –

curled up by the fireplace.

Content amidst his brood

around the warm, crackling fire.

Peaceful in this world he has built

with his wife of forty years.

Reminiscing about the good times –

old and not so old tales

of exciting victories and conquests

recounted by proud children.

A little girl runs in

throwing her arms around him,

whispering in his ears, giggling.

Best friends – these two;

sharing their little secrets.

And then their is silence.

No lilting music of the seventies,

nor the soft sounds of laughter.

A cold draft howls,

and the contours of the chair await

the man who will never return.