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A Walk Among the Tombstones

*Walking among the tombstones *Conversing with the dead *Alone, crying at a grave *A woman on her knees, bowed was her head *Her hair was dark *Her eyes were too *I couldn't help the strange feeling *That this was a woman I knew *As I approached *I quaked with fear *And in the blink of an eye *The mysterious woman disappeared *Curiosity got the best of me *I threw caution to the wind * What I saw at that stone *I could not comprehend *My breathing became erratic *Tears fell from my eyes *My heart sank *As I read those lines *Here lies Valerie *Mother, daughter, sister, and wife *Such a pity and a shame *She took her own life *Her mind and spirit broken *Her heart was shattered *So tired of being worthless *To him not one moment together mattered *Couldn't close her eyes *Her nightmares carried her fears * Suffocated by lies *Drowned in her tears *She could still feel his heart beat * and hear his breath * she still felt her hand on his face * and his head collapsed on her chest *She gave her last breath *Praying and begging for one last kiss *And to hear him say he loved her * to feel the fire and emotions she had missed *A love she once knew *So real and rare *So strong yet so frail *Forever they were to share *his promises were broken *he chose a different life * living for everyone else, without her * he walked away and let her go and didn't even cry when she died *My hands began to tremble * What I began to realize, I just couldn't believe *I had lost her so very long  ago *The woman who had vanished was the me I used to be...

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Date: 10/18/2021 9:20:00 AM
Well done piece Valerie. I like how it shows the line between who we were and who we are. Heartache never does truly leave us in this life and we learn how to adapt to survive. Often in the process, we lose sight of who we are and become an older and wiser version of ourselves. Great Poem, MJ
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Date: 11/13/2016 2:26:00 PM
WOW Valerie I got a chill down my spine reading this sad sad poem:-( Excellent pen thanks for sharing:-) hugs Jan xx7
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Date: 10/12/2016 4:48:00 AM
So many views and too few comments...though I can't say I like who was featured as the subject of this was good overall. Mail... MC
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Date: 12/25/2015 11:12:00 PM
Valerie, :) Merry X-Mass...LINDA
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