The Right To Weep

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I have no right to wonder or to wait here,

That was another life and this is now,

To warrior, I was your woman,

Our weaponry the words we did avow.

I have no right to question or to grieve still,

Through ages past and all the years to come,

By river over yonder in the valley,

I, willow, weep for days we were undone.

I had no right to put down roots, hang on to

Promises we made so long ago,

Time rushes past and it has all but stolen 

The gift of you, the man I used to know.

I have no right to make this dedication,

You’re gone and I should make my peace with grief,

But here I stand as shelter for all others,

For lovers who all weep yet still believe.

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