She cries
and no one sees
what she feels inside.
Half a soul is gone,
half a life past by.
Reminiscing in a puddle of hope,
all her fears come up afloat.
She walks through the crowds like she has no feet...
If only she could still feel his heat.
His love, his warmth and his kiss
are things she won't get back.

The Widow
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The Widow

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