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.