Just Like That

Just like that, her life is spent. Her time here, over. Just like that, agony extinguished and another one bites the dust. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, she didn’t live long, we’ll have to adjust. Just like that, her eyes grow dim and when that light goes out and her skin grows cold, we’ll forget to remember the virtues that she had and only dwell on the passed harsh months and we’ll cry thinking about her pain instead of celebrating her new life. Just like that, a husband becomes a widower and hearts break and several lives become emptier.