she was diminished
yet she was not his wife nor even his lover
her hair was gathered up at the back in
some primitive ponytail
her face once so bustling with joy
was closer to its grave yet there were no lines upon it like scripture scribbled in wisdom
her smile still stirred me
but looked more like some clown conjures sadness
she loved him with the love that cannot speak its name
later she died to meet him
he was no mourner and gave no eulogy
yet he welcomed her
very much so
he welcomed her
and it did not take her long to die
Flynnpoetry 
Moving- is there a backstory ( although one shouldnt really ask the poet) MH
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