In my widowhood, we are
Still a couple, a couple
One of whom has absented
Himself, you know who you
Are, we were two, and so
Close in everything we did,
I am doing some of those
Things alone now. I am a
Widow, without that guy I
Miss, when will I, will I be
Just me alone, doing the
Things we, a couple, had
Done, me alone. Not a widow
A single woman, who will
Not forget who you were or
How it felt to do those
Things when we were a couple
A single I on her own, with
Memories of all the things
Category Archives: Transitions
April
It is April. Will we let
Chaucer forever define
This month? Is it truly
Cruel, tempting us with
The blooms that come
From the seeds we plant
Last year, perennially
Growing in the Spring.
Is it cruel because of
Its fecundity? Does it
Scare the puritan in us?
It is April. Can we claim
It for ourselves, reject
The harsh judgement that
Chaucer made? Glide from
This month into a rich
May, full of the colors
The April primrose laid
Out for our delight? It
Is April, and soon its
Promises will bring the
Lush landscape of May.
