The earth moved, an aperture in time.
Tectonic plates shifted within her soul
left behind an open space,
a void within her life.
She stood above where he lie.
Moist grass licked her ankle bones,
feet planted firmly as she stared down,
eyes a spiral, boring deep and deeper still.
And when the summer storm came
she gently lowered herself,
a prostrate form upon the mound,
to protect him from the pelting rain.
She imagined his shape beneath hers,
tucked her arms close in beneath her chest.
Face resting upon the stone
she felt the granite, cool upon her cheek.
I love you always she whispered.
And lying still among the tombs
lying with him once again,
she felt his love within her heart.
lillian the home poet 
Sad. I don’t want to think about this. Maybe I’ll go first …
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We have a pact to live till we’re 94 🙂
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So sad. I am so glad this isn’t true with your love.
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I agree.
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Wow!
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Rich representation of the strong emotion that accompanies loss. Poignant.
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Love this. So very poignant. I hope you come through on your pact. 🙂
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