One week
has gone by
since I lay
on your bed.
Stroking your hand
not believing you were dead.
I have spent it
crying myself dry
trying to understand
but still screaming why.
Nobody can come up
with any explanation
to soothe my mind
and ease my aggravation.
Time, they say
will smooth this heartbreak,
but that’s no consolation
now my life is opaque.
The 50 year old poet 
This pains me deeply. I know no words could ease the hurt but I’m really very sorry for your loss ❤.
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