Six

Oh, my love, 
it's an
impossibly
hard
day.
Six years
is
an
eternity
and impossible
to
believe.
There is
no music,
o poetry
that can
convey
my love
and
my sorrow.
My heart aches
for love
of
you.
I miss you
and
every moment
is filled
with
tears.
It is not better.
My grief
at the loss
of
you
has not lessened.
I send you kisses
across the Veil
and
wait
for you
to
come
back
for
me.

About shadowalking

I'm a widow. A writer. More than that is unimportant.
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