A concerto on 8mm.

 Perhaps meaning is just too much to ask for,
Too daunting a thing to prescribe as remedy.
 

I could see it, I could feel it in his voice.
The way his eyes lingered on the echo of the stuttering image of his lifelong lover's visage .

How his silence tipped the house askew, but there was no one else who knew.

60 Years of a love, true-blue .

Sitting there, just him and I, as his life passed before our eyes.
I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry.
A concerto on 8mm. Dated 1955

Perhaps "Meaning" is just too much to ask for,
Too daunting a thing to prescribe as remedy,
perhaps all one needs,
is a simple thing.

Just something to look forward to.
What are you looking forward to?