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My darling husband,

It has been a great number of years
since I watched as they dragged
your cold, limp body from the icy waters.
How I hated you for leaving me by myself
with two children to raise,
one on my hip, the other in the womb;
and no father for them to hug.
They have no memories of you,
only a mysterious stranger that exists in pictures.
The children have both grown and moved away, I am left alone

to fend for myself in this cold, stale house.
There is nothing left at home for me, no one to care
for. I have forgotten the smell of your skin, the touch of your hand,
the sound of your voice, the taste of your lips.
Into the void have fallen
the screams and the force of the silence.
This old house creaks at night;
it sounds more like a moan. And the full moon casts
eerie shadows of what once was
down the halls.
The silence is deafening, and I can no longer listen to it all.
I write this letter to you in the hopes that it finds you well,
and to let you know that I will soon be searching for you. I can only hope
that you will meet me at the very spot
to take my hand and show me the way home.
May we walk into the moonlit night together as we did so long ago.
I will see you soon my love.
Until then, may your journey be free from danger,
and may mine be swift.

All my love,
Your Blushing Bride.

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