This is the first piece I ever had published. It was online with Paragraph Planet, a forum for 75 word pieces.
Every night it breaks my heart as he speaks of his love for my mother who he still thinks sleeps upstairs. To have loved so many years and then to lose the rock upon which your love was defined is worse than losing an arm or leg.
To lose your sweet heart, to start again so late in life is an impossible dream. So dream sweet dreams of your lost and precious love.