Drained
Death took my husband,
slowly and much too soon.
Tears wash my eyes and cheeks.
Sobs quiet,
and they take his hand from mine.
I watch him leave,
never to come back to me,
and the world I’m left with
drains of life.
I wear black
because colors are too bright.
I stop singing
because the notes bring too much joy.
Fulfilling my responsibilities
becomes impossible
because I can’t comprehend
how this world keeps turning
without him here.
Social pressure says
a year of mourning is plenty,
that I should move on now.
But I can’t.
My world isn’t turning like it used to.
My world is still dark and sad.
I’ll take the steps I can
and let colors in as they reappear,
but I will always be in mourning
because my life drained with his.
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