Me. I.
I was his Queen.
I still bear royal standing.
Simply for being.
I am at peace
with that realization.

No, they did not deserve me
To count me as one of them.

He did deserve me,
And I him,
Our souls linked.

The actions that ripped us apart
Such an affront to God,
the angels wept, and weep still.

I? I survive. I live.
I pray for Him.
Walk the Widow’s walk
No grave for flowers
Avoiding the shell
He once lived in.

(C)2015, Brenda Ann Eckels, aMGC

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