Without His Face

knew myself in his face when he lived But now I have no mirror,I’m alone. I learned myself reflected in his love. An actual mirror seems like a dull stone I was alive when mirrored his eyes For those who hate us do not give us life. What’s the answer when when the loved one dies? Without a husband there can be no wife. All alone my blood seems not to flow. The wellspring of my heart is arid,dry. My hands curl up protective on my heart I have no tears and so I cannot cry. Yet I bleed inside from every part. So where is my reflection, where my grace? I feel I cannot live without his face.