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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #877939
this is a poem about a man who reacently lost his wife.
She came into his life for a moment,
but she would have a eternal effect.
He was lifeless now; all he did was weep.
His wife was dead.

He rocked his head against his knee,
slowly, like a whisper in his ear he herd,
don’t cry for me, move on with your life.
He raised his head and he stared at the gentle light,
his mouth wavered and then broke away from the tears into a smile.

Only last week they said their most sacred vows,
In a church full of family and friends.
The priest standing out front, his clothes blazing in the sun.

Today the family and friends stood by him.
Their faces long gone with smiles, but replaced with tears.
The priest who glorified the wedding now was sanctified.
She lay in a coffin still wearing the ring he'd placed on her hand.

Slowly the coffin was lowered into the ground and with it his heart.
The rain started to fall as he muttered to himself,
TILL DEATH DO WE PART.
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