So strange.
The man she had
dearly loved
for thirty years,
who had dearly
loved her in return.
The man she held
in her arms
nearly every night
for each of those years,
she now holds
in the open palm
of her outstretched hand.
So strange.
So strange.
The man she had
dearly loved
for thirty years,
who had dearly
loved her in return.
The man she held
in her arms
nearly every night
for each of those years,
she now holds
in the open palm
of her outstretched hand.
So strange.
