How many times,
had he returned.
Alone.
Was he alone,
in crowds?
This three days,
this then, no more ...
Alone.
The dishes, she cleaned,
the table, she set,
the dinner, she served.
This, the one,
who gave him life.
had ceased to do,
long ago,
This three days,
she had come,
to change, his life.
Then to be grateful,
must he,
then be.
This, then,
to show,
gratitude, and luv.
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