A Hero To One

I traveled alone down the country road,
where I’d been, so many times before.
This time I carried an emotional load;
for I had lost the one I adore.

She had passed away some time ago;
her body had turned into dust.
Before the summer; and after the snow;
reality had become rust.

Though I had failed her so much in life;
she trusted me all the same;
and the love that she shared as my wife;
she never did reclaim.

For she saw right through my hapless mistakes;
seeing more in me that I had;
sincerely believing I had what it takes;
for I was her Galahad.

And everyone needs to receive such love,
coming home in the setting sun;
and it’s been ordained by God above;
that each is a hero to one.

Now that she’s gone, that power’s diminished;
a hero I am no more;
and all that we thought about, now was finished;
not knowing what still was in store.

So now as I go down that country road;
and consider all that I’ve done;
I realize the heavyness of my load;
and know I’m a hero to none.