Widower Days

After widower hours

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I see them coming, my love, one by one,
Widower days after widower hours;
Specially Sundays and midnights that won’
-T stop winning my tears with their powers.
Like a marathon cancer that never
Cancels its unbiased undertaking,
Life without you is an ever clever
Painstaking groundbreaking of forsaking.
How do I impede or at least suspend
These hours from becoming all of my life?
I can hear and sometimes see…