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…

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