Widow

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I sit in my rocking chair,
As I look up I see
Your not there,
With every tear that streams
From my eye,
I remember all the
good times.
The times that we
Had together,
Wishing we had forever.
I didn't think you'd be gone
This soon. I swear
I see your face in the moon.
I reminisce as I look through
A window, I hate what I've become,

A widow...

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