THE DEVASTATION OF CONTEMPLATION
Calmly she stands in the wake of devastation,
Quietly mulling over her contemplations,
Life wasn’t suppose to turn out this way,
She remembers his words of yesterday,
And the meaning underneath each one of them,
She traces back to the letter left behind by him,
On top of the note he left a single rose,
A sign of eternal love she does suppose,
This was no normal letter to her he wrote,
Usually, each morning he’d leave a piece of poetry upon a note,
But not today,
This one took a different way,
He talked about life,
And the struggles with his strife,
It had no structure and it had no rhyme,
But it left a mark not erasable by time,
An image engraved in her mind,
She prays that serenity he finally did find,
Quietly mulling over her contemplations,
She calmly stands in the wake of devastation,
As he lie there in silent repose,
She tenderly lays upon his body a single rose.
-brad
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