the day after your husband dies
you are still expected at work
the mail still comes
the sun still shimmers its golden into the sky
with all that sameness
how is the boss to know this day is the worst you've had in years
someone must call her
and your family
and friends
someone has to send for his mother
the only shriek that will parallel your own
and the two of you together must piecemeal a funeral
from scattered conversations and shattered faiths
be put on display
just a few days after the horrible news
and days after that
when the phone stops ringing
and the last card read
you will be expected at work
after all
you are not the one who died here
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