Mourning

She thought they had time
Time to fight
Time to right
Time to heal
Time to feel
Time to sow
Time to grow
Time to love
Time to live
But no
Sadly no
His time had ended
Woefully unintended
And now it is time
Time for regrets
From the what ifs
And what could have beens
Time for mourning
Of the bittersweet memories
And forsaken realities
Time for anger
Directed out
Misdirected in
She thought they had time
But all she has now is time

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