the book lies open in your lap
set aside
as I bend over you
to rub my nose, my lips
against the stubble on your cheek
needing to feel you physically
and express my love for all that you are
how many times each day
do I think in my head
“god I love this man”
which is as it should be
all of you is what anchors me
and heals me from all that has come before
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
How I love this poem as it expresses my love for my late husband.
What a wonderful compliment! Thank you!
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