Hanging head, shoulders drooping, sadness filling spaces of
grief left behind after attending funerals of loved ones.
Tears falling, choking life, wishing to go back in time and
knowing it's impossible.
Wanting to continue the way we were, yet, there's no loved
one there to hold our hand, look into our eyes, or speak
words of adoring love to us anymore.
A total and complete abandonment of life the way it was
before, now trudging through an ebony darkness, no longer
a light to find our way through life.
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