The D word

Nothing new, nothing changed,

Nothing that hasn't been said:

She's dead.

Not passed, not gone,

Not, no longer with us:

She's, dead.

So I'm a different me

And We're a different we.

The more things stay the same

The more he is different,

Without, because she died.

Widowed, left behind

Fending all alone

- And he has, found strength,

More love than I knew he had.

A better man? A different he -

So We're a different we.

Everything is new

So much has changed

A seed was sown

Already so grown,

In a role unknown, evolved so well

-  But she's dead

So won't see that She's a different she

And We're a different we.

I was changed... for good?

When I watched her die.

Everything is different

I’m not the me she saw.

Much older now and weather worn

I found new. Moved

On to moments never shared.

A different me; A better I?

A different, 'different we'.