Blackwidow #WritersWednesday #mourning #fifty We were here, together, not long ago, and you said you liked the place. Restful and quiet, you said. And now, watching the fresh grave, my eyes dry, I am wondering if you really left. And she, silent, black-clad, is already in mourning, perhaps your true widow, unlike me, faithful… Share this:TwitterFacebookPinterestGoogleTumblrMoreRedditEmailLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.