Never Has an End

The clouds were hanging heavy in the sky.
Barely cognizant, she realized why.
Seven years ago today, he'd died.
This day would never have an end in time.
She'd held his hand and touched his cheek.
Sat stoically and did not weep.
Half asleep, his last breath came to her.
The skies were weeping endless tears.
The world about became a blur.
This moment never has an end in time...

? Michaelette ?

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