The Empty Space

When her husband died a part of her died too At night she would cry not knowing what to do His empty space in bed was cold to the touch She remembered he said he loved her so much How was it going to be now that he is gone All that she could see was that she was alone His pillow smelled like him as she held it her face she breathed his scent in his image would never be erased

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sherri-woodman

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