After Him

Her eyes were bleak but dry,
Staring unseeingly ahead
Wondering how to cry
And mourn, the man who left.
Searching for the meaning
Of going on living,
Devoid of dreams
Waking nights in screams;
Delving back and again, into that past
Yet not reaching it,
Regaining  consciousness fast
Into present that never fit.
That was another life
Living as his wife.
Drugging kisses and endless laughter
Braving storms, all together;
Walking down the beaten path
Clasping hands in the dark;
Sharing happiness and simple joy
A simple love of a girl and a boy.
She thinks she needs to die
To survive this travesty of life,
From alone to together
And back being alone, again.
The tears never come
No feelings breathe
No umbrage, no sheathe
All is raw, all is empty.
Thinking of all that was gone,
Thinking of their own little song,
Thinking of what was, once
She lifted a hand in a trance,
And touched her swollen abdomen —
The tears came then.
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~ with love ~

About Guria

An Artist in Science: A Misfit 'cause I choose to be one. "Whenever you find that you are on the side of the majority, it is time to reform" And a Maverick, because, I'm... umm... brilliant?
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