the widow

walking on a rough path
with bare feet
she looked down the lonely road
only to drop tears

and then she saw her tear drops
scatter to the floor
and she traced with her finger
the chalk-line on the floor

and when she did say bye to him
his eyes were closed tight
she took to his head and kissed it
only to run away in fright

running only as fast as she could
she was destined to burst into tears again
because she was unsure of everything
she thought "why did god have to punish this man?"

she stared into the mirror coldly
looking in defeat
only to re-apply her makeup
because it was smudged on her feet
because of her tears

And when she paid the funeral man
she took a glance at her ring
that had only been five months and a day
she wanted to erase everything
from her mind and past

the widow walked away slowly
slower than ever before
she couldn't take it anymore
so she took her own life
the widow was a widow no more.