she's a widow.
among widows although not all
have
husbands that have passed on.
many are still here, in the other
room,
across town
with other women,
living lives separately,
no longer the loyal groom.
the widows shop. they buy, they
walk.
they go about their days
alone,
the children grown.
in time they will stray, as the unloved
often do.
becoming widows, much too soon.
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