Cold and wet, the rain falls endlessly thick,
The clock in the dusty room callously ticks.
So far away from my warmth you are now,
Do you still remember my name and our broken vows?
It is not your fault, it was never your fault,
The endless rain falls heavy, washing away the burning salt.
I can taste it as it slides down, the crushing burden I bear,
Collapse, I wish I could. Forget everything but the despair.
The tiny shivering warmth in my right hand,
The bump, my husband’s last legacy, his last demand,
How could I forsake everything and forget all?
Crying by the fireplace, curled up in a ball.
Even if he can no longer remember my name,
Even if he can no longer speak our children’s names.
And though No longer does he exist physically, living on in my heart.
The love I have will live on even as his soul quietly departs.
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Yay yet another depressing poem and here I was thinking I was out of the woods with the depressing stuff. Bear with me ya?
