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the woman
skin wrinkled and soft
tried to stand tall,
to get back
on her feet.
she ever thought about
was her love,
her soulmate,
her husband.
little did she know
that her husband
passed on
while she still fought
to go back home.

now the footsteps of doom
draw near
bad tidings
brought upon her
by a familiar face.
if she will still
have the strength
to stand tall…
i do not know.

i dread
to see her eyes
in the morning.