Lost

34 years, 4 months, 6 days
Severed with a short
I do.
You walked away
Beaming.
You flew to Italy
A honeymoon beginning.
Left behind, I struggled.
Stuck with you so long, I’d lost
All sense of me.
Just…. a maiden name now
When you write me
There is no moment’s reverie
For who you once were.

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