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55 plus years of marriage down the drain
She watches it spin and spin 
It is too much to process the pain 
Her mind usually a flurry 
No longer a need to hurry

Her Husband departed on that sweet sad night
The love of her life 
The peanut butter to her lettuce 
Is now out of sight

He was a funny one of hers that man almighty 
Older and quiet
Shy and afraid of the Hyatt 
Stuck in his ways 
Never turned a common phrase 

Grew up in the Great Depression 
Some habits die hard
Or not at all 
Always left a good impression 
Ate a peanut butter lettuce sandwich everyday much to her appall 

She hated peanut butter 
Everything about it 
Not a lot of peanut butter growing up in 1940s Japan 
It always seemed like an awkward fit 
But it takes a lot to stand up against the man 

Even Though she abhorred it 
Her husband never bored of it 
The smell the taste that gluey ooooey  stuck together like paste
She collected a jar
In the back seat of her car
And did it all again for him 
Each and every shopping trip 

Finally, her husband’s dead 
A day she should have known would come 
But naturally is full of dread 
Now she stares out the window 
Out the car
Out the door 
Out of her head 
What will I do with all of that peanut butter now?

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