To My Wife, On the Second Anniversary of Her Death

This day has arrived, though it doesn’t seem true.

How’d I make it through one year, let alone two,

Living a life that doesn’t have you?

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Some days have been yellow, and some have been blue.

Some days are a blurry blending of the two.

Painting a life that doesn’t have you.

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The guilt I still feel when I do something new

Rips every feeling I form into two.

No shred of life that doesn’t have you.

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Nor escape from the pain; I’ve had to go through.

So forgive me when sorrow tempted me to

Picture a life that doesn’t have you.

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Without your love, after all, what would I do?

Your laughter sustains me, and your smile does, too,

Throughout a life that doesn’t have you.