Inebriated,
with the perpetual sound
of his soothing voice
and the shocking thrill of his touch
since she was his child bride,
she smiled.
“He’s gone now, ” someone whispered.
One tear
oozed its way out the corner
of her almond shaped sapphire eye
expressing without words
her deep felt loss.
She swooned.
The soft lines
on her sleeping face
were her public exhibition
of a long life
marked by moderate stress
and true love.
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