It does not hurt as much that we're apart.
Those vows of love we often did repeat
Still hold. It's just this steady silence
is so singular and any sort of solace
from your arms the faintest feeling.
Your voice, even your face is fading
fast as every year between us mounts
the gap. There've been no man hunts
on my part, content to sleep alone
on both sides of the bed. Arcane
this ritual like dusting off your photo
and singing in the sabbath, obligato.
For my MTB prompt: Two and a Half Rhymes we are writing a poem of coupleted stanzas with para and/or half rhyme endings only.
PoetryPix 
So perfectly done, Laura–I love the flow, and the way grief changes to acceptance, but doesn’t entirely go away. “and singing in the sabbath, obligato.” đź’™
thank you Merril – I did feel the need for some enjambment to overcome the halting between the couplets
You’re welcome, Laura.
I felt the same need in mine.
Nice one
much love