Mental Health
A Letter from the broken-hearted widow
My love, you never said goodbye, because you know that goodbyes make me crumble to pieces. I never got any closure. The memories of your face, the memories of our love, the memories of all the happy days and sweet kisses and warm embraces. That is all I have now. You've been gone for about six years. Maybe you were gone before that, but I could not let go.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Poets






