Quietly watching a friend across the miles, seeing
him live a life of loneliness and sorrow, always
striving to live his life alone.
Listening to music, writing, reading, thinking,
sitting in front of a picture of his wife, feeling
the desolation her passing has caused him.
Heart having been broken in two, half of it now
missing in death's embrace, a lost soul being
tantalized by this love he still has for her.
Even though now, she cannot return it any longer,
leaving a deep void within him.
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