Clever Widow

She kneels to condition all the feelings that she feels.
Today her husband returned to dust, his soul a shadow of his former self.
Fog hovers above his funeral, and wine splashes her coffee cup.
She sheds tears but chokes back confidence.
She didn’t leave fingerprints such euphoric delight.

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