The Widow.

Spring has arrived!
warm encounters
vanish swiftly
with the chill of night.

Girls in their Easter dresses
walking flowers
bright pink, yellow and green.

And none of this matters to me.

On with the routine of waking
coffee stained teeth
monkey suited
Alas! The white collar dream!

Living for the weekend
friends sharing brew
and
ladies in their finest
dancing
to a popular tune.

I am genuinely happy.

Then the Alarm sounds!
Senses act as reminders
the lingering is my hell.

Closed eyes
breathing into
a shirt to sleep with
and pillows pretending
to be him.

All the songs I can't listen to
hundreds bring on the tears.
His ghost still lives here.

A Unified Soul.
No midnight stranger
could ever compare
to the depth
we once shared.

Am I able to forget
with the passing of days?
Will his infectious smile
ever be gone from my mind?

Faith and belief.
They chant out to me.
Learn from the good
of your unity
and trust your future
in the hands of the universe.
What will be, will be.