“Get over it,”
some have had the guts to say.
“Move along with your life,”
others counsel.
“He’d want you to be happy,”
A few console.
Fourth anniversary here in a bit
I miss being your wife
The showers of love poems
Sweet and sappy
People who like me, a small council
But no one on Earth to touch my soul
Alone, no you to hold my hand
Sampling life’s wares
Many shores to meander
Sunsets seen with toes in sand
Postcards wishing you were there
Always, my love
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