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It’s like a breath
You can’t seem to catch
Until their eyes meet yours
That curve in their smile
Enters the room with a gentleness
The phone rings with their voice
On the other end after a long day
The wait to exhale and inhale again
Begins and ends with them each time
Who knew what the universe had coming
All because you borrowed a favorited book
Who knew your house together someday
Would hold a library of your memories shared
A love story like a sonnet: genuine, steady and true.
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This makes me miss my late husband!