He died in the war, but not before promising me that, if there truly was an afterlife, he'd find a way to return and tell me.
A Widow's Final SentenceM. Stanley Bubien
But after seven years, he'd sent no sign, and I've given up on one. Today I cry in a darkness that no one can penetrate, knowing that death is the end.
In acquiescence, my hopeless echoes resound everywhere!
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