I'm still in our house.
We were happy together.
Very wealthy.
We had money.
Good jobs.
Cars,
Beautiful house.
But he left me.
I'm still here.
Even though our love faded.
I'm alone in this house.
He moved on.
He asked me to move on.
I still love my spouse.
However, life is what it is.
Our bond is no longer intact.
Our memories are gone.
He had forgotten our vows.
He broke his promises.
Do I have to move on?
I'm in distress.
I have unresolved questions.
My happiness is gone.
Only our memories remained in my heart.
Sometimes I pray.
I hoped he'd alter his mind.
I hope that maybe.
One day
He might return home.
I still call him my husband.
My head is full of recollections.
His hilarious jokes
His funny lifestyle
His dance moves:
His smile.
His cooking skills.
The care he had.
I miss him.
I miss our happiest moments.
Will he ever come back?
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Gloria Penelope
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