I stand by your grave

Hands clasped before me

Breathing shallow

Limbs weak

and

I summon every ounce of strength

To stand and not fall.

How will my heart

endure your loss

and

all the memories of

our time together.

You said to live my life

and

find someone else.

I laughed

and said

no woman is in the market

for a man with a broken heart.

With the most whimsical of smiles

you said

she is when she knows

she is the one who can mend it.

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