TWELVE DAYS

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She knows she should be happy

with her life and days of productivity

she knows he's not coming back

but she holds to hope

tight and tied like the rope

on her ankles, wrists and body

keeping her as one

each day a ball and chain

pulls her down—falling harder every time

painful emptiness to crying in frustration of what is unrepairable

she's scared to live

alone to die

to never feel

as happy as he made her life.

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