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Poem about a depressed widow

She closes her eyes and sees his face,
His beauty she can never erase.
She opens her eyes and he's gone again
Then she remembers and the tears begin.
She'll never hold him close or again feel his touch,
Living with that for her is becoming too much.
When he last left she kissed him goodbye,
She never dreamed it would be the last time.
She holds the razor and knows what is to come
She'll be with him soon and again they'll be one.
She closes her eyes and as always he's there
He pulls her in and eternity is here.