Mourning

 

Last night a memory came to me;

That room, 

Those stark walls,

The facts laid bare. 


How we sat, 

My head on his arm,

A sudden panicked thought rising

" Do you think she knew how much we loved her ? "


He, shifting, impatient, 

" Of course ! "

" What am I going to do ? "

Our sudden vulnerability.


I hug his arm and kiss 

His squishy cheek.

We like two children

Overwhelmed by sudden grief.


In the deep, soft dark,

Silent tears rolled down.

The pain has lost its edges,

The sharpness of that room


In the mourning. 

















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