THE WIDOW...

THE WIDOW...

She said' "I don't think physical
pain is worse than this"..
She gently dabbed her
eyes as she reminisced ..

The woman stood stoically
as a "friend" asked
How she was in passing..
The question was lifeless,
without heart or meaning..
Just to say something,
not sincere or lasting...

You see it's been years since
She lost the love of her life..
Her loss is still as fresh, as if
she'd been stabbed with a knife..

The uninterested "friend" just smiled
and callously went on her way..
Why, she thought, did she even
bother? I would have loved her
To linger awhile and stay..

Her days are now filled with
torment of loneliness and grief..
Hours spent alone even in a
crowd walking on down a street..

Oh, she wanders out and tries to
reach out to others, to mingle..
But very few understand her loss...
She used to be a couple, not a single..

Her thoughts go back to when they
were young, raising their family.
The memories and her dreams of those
precious years is what keeps her sanity...

 Her life is a life that she thought would
never be, nor did she even consider..
The years of happiness clouded any
adverse reality actually happening to her..

Today she looks up to see the clouds as they
drift lazily against the dawn of a brand new day..
Her gait is a bit slower as she walks down
the path.. Her thoughts are the memories
where she wants to live again and stay..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
06/13/14