Loss of a Spouse by Suicide
Since losing you, I feel like my head's in the clouds—
Not the sunny-day kind, but the dark and the loud.
I've learned that grief is often like thunder:
Sudden, scary, tearing silence asunder.
But other days, it's quiet and confined,
A hollow ache I keep inside.
Still, every day, I think of what we vowed—
We were meant to be forever entwined.
Even though you left, I remain so proud
Of the way you lived, the way you shined.
So even though my head's still in the clouds,
I look for you in every crowd.
And even when the grief feels loud,
We remember you—and how you made our house so proud.
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