A Love Remembered in Shadows

The husband who had died in battle three years ago was still alive.
When I found him, he had already forgotten me.
'Miss, who are you looking for?' he asked.
With tears in my eyes, I raised my wrist.
'Don't you remember?'
The willow wood bracelet on my wrist was one he had carved himself, cut by cut.
He examined it closely, then smiled, 'What a coincidence, I made one just like this for my wife.'
He turned and called out to the house, 'Wife!'
A slender figure emerged, smiling brightly.
It was Lily Green, my former maid.