WIDOW

THIS THING CALLED NOW

Maybe what we had was a before-life,
Because what I have now is called a life, but it is an after-us.
I don't know where we are or when.

I prefer fiction.
I prefer being the writer, the omnipotent narrator who sees all.
This now, this story I'm working on, it isn't working.
I can't hear the voice or point-of-view since you disappeared.

I want a coffee with you.
"So, what's the after-life like for you?" I would say.
And you would give me a mind-blowing answer that would make sense of everything.
"I dreamed about you being happy and meeting new people.
I like to think of you being happy, resting in peace," I say.
You smile.
"Can I be happy?"
You smile again.
"Seriously. Would it be OK if I met someone new?
Or is that bad taste? And do you have a sense of timeline on this?
I want to honor you and us, and somehow live in the now.
How do I make you, me, and us happy now?

We promised to be together until death did us part.
We kept that promise and all the others.

I never imagined an after-life guy, except now I almost do.
I think I want one. Is that OK with you?
I want one sooner rather than later.

Until death do us part.
What does that even mean?
Death happened and I'm still here with a heart full of you.
We have officially parted.: Social Security said so.
A parting sounds so unforced. That's not at all what happened.
We had a forced divorce. We had a tearing apart without a goodbye.

So I sit alone and write draft after draft.
You understand:
I'm doing the rewrite from hell.

Inside Out



A STANDING START

A Tuesday morning
A 10 am phone call
A heart attack
Can he speak?
No

Later,
35 minutes later,
Another phone call,
A different stranger.
Yes, I'm sitting down.
He died.
He died at 10:32.

It wasn't possible
Not then, not now
My college boyfriend
The father of our boys
The man who loves my dog as much as I do, maybe more,
is dead.
He'll never walk towards me again.

I learn to walk this world without him
Not alone, but without him.
How?
I stand up each day:
A standing start helps.






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