Our Solemn Hour

 This story is a work of Fiction. By the artist Jeila Ortega, me. Hope you will like and follow Twisted Art Gallery on Facebook and Instagram. Now, without further ado:

          Our Solemn hour,

                      Our lost one.

                       Here you lay

                       Here you stay.

          Our Solemn Hour,

                       I held your hand.

                       I whispered your name.

                   I knelt.

                       I prayed that day.

          Our Solemn Hour.

                       I said goodbye.

                       I kissed you one last day.

         Our Solemn Hour.

                       Our deepest pain.

                       Here you lay

                       Here you stay.

         Our Solemn Hour.

               The night is here.

                       All is still

                       Only thing left to do

               Walk this road home without you.

         Our Solemn Hour…

* The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this short story is fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

This poignant digital photography artwork is paired with the reflective poem *"Our Solemn Hour,"* creating a heart-wrenching meditation on loss, love, and the enduring connection to those who have passed. The imagery captures the solemn beauty of a cemetery statue—a weathered angel standing vigil, framed by a softly blurred, melancholic background. 

 The poem echoes the deep sorrow and quiet resilience that come with saying goodbye, as each stanza delves into the emotional stages of grief. Together, the art and words invite the viewer to linger in a moment of remembrance, exploring the delicate balance between holding on and letting go.