ASHES… a poem

The ashes are all that’s left

Of the woman I loved so dear.

These callused hands once held her close

While these lips whispered in her ear.

Now, I say, I love you.

I will repeat those words every day.

And in my mind, I still hear your reply

Because, it was always that way.

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Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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