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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required BEING ONE My head was beside his warm and familiar face I lay beside him in my usual and devoted place After a while his breaths became deeper and slower My heart shattered as he sighed his last breath Calling his name, I could not concede his life was over I finally shut down, sitting silent in this empty place I wept thinking how he will most certainly face Maybe nothing or everything in his new space My husband did not leave alone, Oh No, I was with him in spirit heart and soul Regrettably I cursed God for taking him And cursed the heart that had failed him I wept soundless tears painful and grim Mindlessly denying his passing Bewildered, shocked and panicking I clasped the hands that had been loving, Reassuring, strong and comforting Trying desperately to pull him back into living Oh yes, our marriage was a gift we cherished It’s ups, downs, highs, lows, we relished We were the better part of each other Two became Us, We, Our, then we were One Time moved on as I struggled and fought The empty reality his loss had brought Loneliness has defined my widowed years Uncertainty became my constant companion The days of my life showered in grief and tears I believe, though, he’s with us through thick and thin His memories revive us and hopefully they won’t dim I have read, heard said and written Time heals all wounds Perhaps that is true for others and maybe just for some Yet why is it that when each day has come and gone I miss he who was the best part of me, I miss being One? Carol Z. Zic Logan, UT June 29, 2019
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