and I hope you are somewhere
heavenly

in the afterlife

I hope you are peaceful and
happy there

without a care

if there’s romantic love
on the other side

I hope you found it there

Bob Boyd

This is a brief poem about an ex-wife who died in her early fifties about twenty years after we got divorced. She was a smoker, and I fear her early death was related to that, but I don’t know for sure.

She was probably the nicest woman I’d ever been involved with, but I am an introvert and cerebral. She was an extrovert and, though intelligent, not interested in deeper ponderings as I am.

The everwidening gulf between us happened because she had gotten a new job and met many new girlfriends and began hanging out with them so much that I was home alone too much.
And, for me, the marriage became more and more lonely together, which eventually led to a separation and a divorce.

But that aside, I was sad to read in her online obituary that she had died a few years after her death. I had just done an Internet search to see if I could find her, never expecting she had died.

Bob Boyd