Widow

I’m hiding my wound from you,

even though I know you feel it too.

As surely as the Mourning dove leaves the church spire at sunset,

knowing that her love has flown

beyond the places she has still to go.

She struggles against the heaviness of her realization

and settles in the eaves.

She listens to dry leaves rustle over the driveway.

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