The Widow

And when her man left
It was like he was dead
She grieved and she mourned
She cried all day long
At the grave
In which she had buried
all the painful memories
That still came to haunt her
in her nights without sleep
She was a widow of her man
And she veiled herself in black

But her man had never been dead
He had only left
to catch the sun for her
And the day when he came back
to bring her his offer
He could’t find her no more
As his wild rose had withered
And she now was the black widow of sorrow

©RoseGirl2018

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