Wednesday, November 16, 2016

I fed her her last meal (poem)




I fed her her last meal

Sitting outside a restaurant
that we used to go to,
it will soon be one year
without her,

and she will never know
how much I miss her,

and if there was ever a question
if I ever loved her,
really loved her,

I know the answer
to that now.







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