Because not yet, but odds are . . .
Because not trusting rapture, she was left behind . . .
Because she imagined more than was given . . .
Because, yes, she did want to be carried away, but not like this . . .
What is that on the tip of his ghostly tongue?
Because she is no believer like her widow friend who saw her Jack floating in the ether, looking down on her like an eagle, that bird of prey . . .
Because her eyes don’t glaze over . . .
Because it is, what we all want, continuance, and he isn’t really dead yet. . .
Or so she thinks
Because there must be a chance . . .
Because there will be no chance . . .
Because she cannot admit they have not always been happy.
