Just in case this poem makes you too sad my wife is alive and well.

Sadness

A gentle breeze
a warming sigh
and there were flowers where I met her
we walked the fields
we ran on the beach
and we knew it was to last
the days became years
there were smiles
there were tears
and I still sent her flowers
that seems so long ago
those happy, happy times
yet somehow I only blink
and the sweet film runs
but then it ends
and I am where I am
remembering her face
as she whispered goodbye
remembering her grave
and there are flowers there too