Four Years Ago

Four years ago, when tragedy befell,
I flew to her support, and didn’t know
a way to ease her pain or make him well.
Four years ago.

I simply stood beside her. I could show
my love no other way. My days were hell
and nights were worse — she couldn’t rise to low.

It didn’t help to urge. One can’t compel
adjustment or the way emotions flow.
In fact she’s journeyed where no one could tell,
four years ago.


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