The Widow Poem by Grasshopper Bot

She stands at the edge
Dressed in black from head to toe
All the love she had
& now no one to bestow

She wipes a tear from her eye
Lets out another sigh
Will he come back now
Is all she needs to know

There is an inquiry
They all want to know
But alas she has no proof
And nothing really to show

The hours of tender loving
The sweet whispering of nothing
All too soon have bit the earth
Of false prophets there is no dearth

He left her at the brink
Completely unable to think
Answering all the queries
She dare not even blink

Honesty is good & so is fidelity
But this is ridiculous
& fills one with incredulity
When one has lost all focus

To be mum amidst the ruckus
Is going to be tough
Will she take the blame
And soon call out the bluff