She Smiled Again
In grief she wore her sadness like a shroud,
She isolates herself and hides away,
She lived each day beneath the darkest cloud,
For love she lost one tragic day in May,
Well meaning friends, they told her life goes on,
And life was for the living, not the dead,
But nothing mattered now that he was gone,
She held the precious memories in her head,
The months turned into years since he had passed,
She lost count of the many tears she cried,
Her friends had wondered how long this would last,
They failed to see that part of her, had died.
One day she thought of him and felt no pain,
The darkest cloud had gone; she smiled again.
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