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Today I Learn To Be a Widow, Lesson 4
lesson four
nights will never be the same
it’s not easy to fall asleep
in a bed made for one
i received the body pillow
I ordered thinking…
i don’t know what i was thinking
thinking i’d at least try
to fill the void of you
day and night i talk to you
hoping you’ll answer
you’re the unbearable absence
ever haunting the silence
and if i can’t have you
i’ll embrace the pain of you being gone
sleep the fickle friend it is
the precious gift indeed
when gently into the night it visits
with its soothing caress
and ever so lightly
drift in like a whisper
its merciful dreams
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~TODAY I LEARN TO BE A WIDOW~ 2020
AP: 1st place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020
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