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Cold as ice lying on a slab; I sit and stare at him with hands in a prayer; trying to unravel the tragedy. Why did he run away from me that day? His navy blue flannels untied; with a blue starched shirt torn from my hands; trying to stop him. My thoughts crying in my heart; to share our past confusion; sensing the need to end it now; accepting fate as the final answer. A question to him! “Why love never forgets the girl all dressed in black; her grief at the wake a fading memory; wishing to die?” There in the parlor; no more tears to cry. Coffins white and waiting; encased with cotton bandages; wrapped in our love for one another; hidden in a dream, to face the world from rejection. Two souls searching for a reason; the death of a marriage; buried in a grave; lonely now.
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