suddenly, she asks me
how to fill
the empty spaces
that her husband left behind
One hundred days ago, he was alive and well, constantly telling me, “Take your eyes off the computer screen. Get up and do some exercise.” I responded, “I love doing brain exercise with words and imagery.”
He turned thirty last month; enviably young to me. But now, I feel criminally old.
Published in Atlas Poetica, 13,Autumn 2012
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