He Came Home I.P.

He came home,
she met him at the door.
'I knew you would', she said
laying a hand on his cheek.
'Will you not take me in your arms?'
but deep within her heart,
she knew he could not;
those days were past.
She leaned toward him
and felt the coldness.
She hesitated, momentarily,
mouth dry, eyes damp.
A sob escaped, to spite her.
She laid a hand upon his chest,
'I will have one kiss!'
She laid her lips on his,
closing her eyes recalling.
'Welcome home son.'
Someone lit a candle,
as she sat beside him
accepting condolences.