I am separate
Where once was a pair
Just like everyone
Really, actually are
Alone, solitary.
I am unconvinced
After eighteen years
There's anyone
Out there for
Me. Intelligent.
She once was something
Special, flowering
Good, true, pure
Then illness
Beginning of end.
Least I have my kids
Something to cherish
All three loving
Caring God
Forward I will stride.
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