One Hundred Days A Widow
Steps like minutes, every one taking me further away from you,
Our life, our love, your breath, your body.
A mist grows unwelcomed between us.
Were you real? Were we really together?
I fan the mist to dispel it but it gathers as qiuckly as it parts.
It's becoming more difficult to sense your presence.
Can one hundred days undo our oneness?
Regis
Ron
Sandie
I am so sorry for your loss! This is my first time back to AD in a very long time and this is the first thing I read. :'( Prayers and comfort coming your way.
In Spirit,
Bear
Till death do us part, it's the parting that costs us the price of loving.
Beauty remains for always.
Love lasts, being and feeling and knowing that price we then feel peace for the wondrous beauty that was and is part of ones life and we move on able to share love divine with those who never get to realise the gift of such eternal love.