You were a beautiful woman.
Yet I am the one you nicknamed beautiful.
"Hey, Beautiful."
You were brave in a small town.
"Hey, Beautiful."
You loved a man who loved too many women.
"Hey, Beautiful."
You had five children and you never let them know how hard it was.
"Hey, Beautiful."
You loved them so much you couldn't tell them you were dying.
"Hey, Beautiful."
You smiled in a hospital bed.
"Hey, Beautiful."
You refused them so they wouldn't see your pain.
"Hey, Beautiful."
You were beautiful until the second your heart stopped.
And God greeted you with
"Hey, Beautiful."
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PoetryBear with me through these midnight moments and daily empty talks because if you don't, who will?