In this poem, I’m telling the world how a wife feels when she’s lost her husband who was the universe to her.
When you were beside me, everything seemed complete.
When you were beside me, everything seemed peaceful.
When you were beside me, everything seemed beautiful.
When you were beside me, tomorrow didn’t matter at all.
Today, you’re not beside me.
Neither can I bring you back nor can you return on your own.
Now, everything seems empty and incomplete.
Now, everything is a struggle for me.
Now, everything looks like a horror.
Now, tomorrow matters because I can’t carry on for long without you.
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