Moving on

The sun lit up the hills
on the way home, then
sudden squalls, heavy rain,
then dry, then the
sun lit up the hills again

smooth drive, good roads
glad to be heading home;
thoughts of the long gone
and all the things
we could have shared
but lost in time

I worked while
she was at home:  no chance
came to be there
with no task to do
other than to sit
to talk, to learn all she knew - 
women's lives are different now -
and now that I am through
she is gone

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