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"Ten years ago today," she said,
"my Joseph passed away."
It felt like only yesterday.
Time stops when your heart goes cold.

"Someday," she said, "someday soon,
I'll join him over there."
She stroked the faded photograph.
"He's waiting for me yet," she knew,
"but not for too much more."

Her old friend nodded wordlessly.
She heard it all before.
So many years apart, one living and one dead,
she'd promise to rejoin her love,
but still she lingered on.

"Don't dwell so much on times gone by,"
her friend advised her wisely.
"It's like you're life is frozen cold,
and buried in his grave."

"No, just my heart," she said, and sighed,
"the rest of me remains,
too solid to fade away."
She longed to join her love again,
but something held her back.
She loved him still but feared the void,
the emptiness of death.

"He's waited for me now so long," she thought,
"he'll wait a few years more."

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