My husband said he needed more space.

We had our share of difficulties
We had an equal share of blame
We took some time apart and yet
Things still remained the same

Eventually we worked it out
But still there was that doubt
But even with that, each other
We could not do without

We weren't on great terms when he passed
But I gave him one last grace
We launched his ashes on the shuttle
He'd always needed more space



The End

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