Hello, Sweetie
It seems like when
I try to write
about the other parts
of my life,
my brain will let me
two, three days
of the whole other entirety of my existence before I fall headlong back into writing about my husband that
died that time.
I think
the temptation you might have is
that the two days of all Maude’s creation is
some kind of
Vacation from agony but
No time with my love
is a tragedy
even just here
in these words it is good.
It is good.
I am good.
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My wife died in 2010 so I can relate to this for all those years.
It’s a really tough club to be in, isn’t it? There’s still so much love in the memories, but oof. Mine died in 2021.
Oof, is right 🥺
Felt all the way through,
but that ending…