The news today,
it was bleak, dark,
and it shattered fate
with a climactic catalyst
of desolation.
I can breathe her life,
but heaven took her last breath.
At her funeral, my watery eyes
misconstrued the grave for eternity.
I relive her subtle lies,
most of which I handpicked
in a basket for granted.
My identity was intertwined with hers.
I’m a shadow of my former self.
I can’t distinguish the lines
lingering beneath my eyes.
Creases slacken my tight lips.
My lips and the plaintive agony
in my rib cage quarrel with God
to return her from the dead.
But the casket’s closed.
Case closed.
But what am I to conclude?

(© 2022 AC)

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