How many are the years
I've wondered, wandered alone
with no one to call my own
no one to hold in the night
no one who could care
if I live or die
since you, my husband,
died after fifty years of
a good marriage
Who cares now ....
I miss you.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
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