He carefully placed a black rose on her grave
It was perhaps his way of saying goodbye
He also added a card with a black ribbon that read
“For my departed wife as she embarks on a new life”
Back home he ripped up the wall paper
The pale pink colour reminded him of her
He gathered all her clothes and cosmetics
And sent them in a sealed bag to a local charity
When the house was rid of every memory
He brought in designers to refurbish it
With new furniture upholstery and wall paper
He wanted nothing to remind him of her
The neighbours watched the happenings
With more than normal neighbourly interest
They wondered why he had painstakingly
Eliminated even the faintest memory of her
Their curiosity was satiated a fortnight later
With the arrival of two detectives at his door
They spent and hour or so apparently quizzing him
And then came the verdict –he had killed his wife! !
Sandra Martyres
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-memories-3/
