31 Hours

31 hours since she heard his sweet, raspy voice
31 hours she'd been replaying what he last said
31 hours that her mind raced with "what if" and "maybe now"
31 hours filled with weeping tears, mourning the loss of something that never had a chance to become
31 hours to learn to pretend she could continue on happily without him
31 hours turned into 31 days into 31 years until sorrowful, lonely death finally overtook her
And he never knew

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