It Never Quite Heals
Each and every day, I see her,
my Wife.
She looks out at me,
her image captured,
confined to the boundaries
of a golden frame.
A snap shot in time,
when life, us together,
held such promise, happiness, fulfillment.
The tragedy of her death
and the resulting devastation
exacted upon me,
crushing grief, sorrow and sadness,
shall and does lessen,
with times long passage.
Though a broken heart,
never quite heals.
Copyright © Mark Hughes | Year Posted 2025
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