She Wept

she curled up naked
on the bed... sunlight
coming in soft waves

through the open window.
the urn of ashes sat
on the bedside table.

a lone wedding band
lay in the ashtray....
25 years, a long journey.

there comes a time
when bitterness rusts
and crumbles...

as the veil of silence
that time had woven
between them came apart...

she wept!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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