why is there no word
for a person who’s lost their
former husband-best friend-love of their life
or am I
the only one
I feel like a widow today
remembering your deep love
and mine
and the permanence of it all
the screaming white noise of grief
looking through our wedding box
gazing into your eyes in every photo
reading your words on every card
I wear your ring, now
on my left-hand thumb, to keep you close
several monikers would name
the emptiness I feel
call me hollow
call me bereft
call me alone
a wise Native American
would likely call me
She Who Walks Alone, Now…
but you walk with me, still
in my heart
so, apparently
there is no word
for one like me
who has lost her soulmate
and is buried in grief
