Imagine a picture of an old man
standing by a grave
you know it must be his wife
although you don't know who he is
or who the grave is
he is probably thinking of all the times
they loved and hated and the differences
the forty or fifty years of life they spent together
the best years and now he is alone
and he is talking to her
his lips may not be moving but he is talking
to an image that perhaps only he sees or remembers
of a time that may very well have been
the very first time the met
or the very last
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