coming in soft waves
through the open window.
the urn of ashes sat
on the bedside table.
a lone wedding band
lay in the ashtray….
25 years, a long journey.
there comes a time
when bitterness rusts
and crumbles…
as the veil of silence
that time had woven
between them came apart…
she wept!
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