Is’s 3:37 a.m.,
I lie in bed
Tears streaming down my cheek.
It’s been
two years,
seven months,
thirteen days.
I had thought
you would find a way
to comfort me in my grief.
From that bully ghost on that Halloween night
when I was six.
To that Husband from Hell on that summer morning
when I was forty-three.
You have always been there for me.
It’s 4:42 a.m.,
Hiram Walker and I have moved to the sofa.
My cheeks have dried,
Almost.
Hiram gives me comfort now.
I am waiting,
I miss you.
