Little do they yet know
she has long since freed her spirit
from the confines of her body
in her grieving yearning to join him
who preceded her and left a
yawning chasm of desolation
her mind could not overcome.
They who love her and for whom
her bleak future, blank stare and
refusal to live in his abysmal absence
resolve to resuscitate in her a will
to live through the poignant memory
of what was, little comprehend the
depth of the irresolvable vacuum
and futility of their focus on life for one
who has lived and now will not.
Saturday, March 21, 2026
The Yearning Widow
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Poetry
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