There is just an emptiness that can't be filled
While he's gone.
My words have run a-ground...
I just can't get them to come out.
I even bore myself.
4 months in...38.3% finished.
Halfway to R&R..
Days move on, one at a time
24 hours at a time.
I'm 44..
Proof that big girls cry.
"Old" girls ~ we cry for our husbands too.
It's not just a young man's game.
My days are speechless it seems,
From 8-5 I am invisible.
The other 15 hours I am..
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