Of silent muffled sounds,
Of present pains and future yearnings,
Of casted long gazes,
Of deep hurtful longing.

Of memories buried 6 feet,
Of dreams that would never be,
Of well laid sheets,
Of familiar rumples gone forever.

Of flesh turned to dust,
Of a journey barely started,
Of for better for worse,
Of till death do us part.

Pain of a widow..

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