A Widow visits the Necropolis

You hold what I love
For this I hate you.
Yet I still give you flowers
That you just let rot.
You stir my memories
Both good and bad.
Of how it might have been
Which now never can be.
Then though I vow not to cry
I break this as easy as.
You break my heart
Every time I see you.


4 thoughts on “A Widow visits the Necropolis

  1. A job well done, as usual. You raise the bar very high, and I am not sure if anyone else will be able to measure up to your high level of quality. But, I sure won’t stop trying, lol. šŸ˜‰


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