Michael

By: Dora Hartman (View Profile)

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.

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