The guard says visitation’s over. I turn to my wife ’n say it’s time for us to part —
until we meet again, keep my memory in the corners of your heart.
Just like other tearful families, only love knows what’s going on in our minds;
whatever words we want to say are hard to find.
Like puppy dog lovers, we hold hands; we gaze into each other’s eyes — what an emotional rescue we share as we see the heavens go by.
Sadness creeps into our bones, into the marrow.
Like the bard said, “Parting is sweet sorrow.”