When Bill proposed to me, he was living in Fowler, Colorado, and I was living in Sheridan, Wyoming. At first, I thought he wanted me to move to Fowler. But when we talked on the phone after I received his letter asking me to marry him, he surprised me by saying, “Actually, I was thinking of moving to Sheridan.
Two months later, he arrived and spent a week with me. The time flew by, and all too soon, we were back at the bus station, saying goodbye. The following poem from How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver describes those last few moments before he got on that bus.
We kiss in the rain
while the bus thrums nearby,
waiting to take you away.
“What’s this hood?” you ask, as our lips meet.
I try to remove it.
“Keep it on,” you say, as I yield.
I hold you, will the bus to leave without you.
All too soon, you’re gone.