Love of a Life ©

They found her
In her lonely room
Trying to deliver
Her daily meal
As access was denied
They had to break in
To find her
And that she had died
She was a spinster
As officialese says
In its artless way
Meaning she never wed
But conveying nothing
Not knowing the last thing
That she spied and corner-eyed
Her sailor’s last photo
Before his sinking
Shyly winking
From his battered frame
That Valentine’s Day