"The Widow"

He fell to the river,

and darkness swallowed him

like a wet kiss,

water stretching his lungs.

Family came in black to fish

for tears over an open casket.

I can see it through the window,

so quiet and deceptive.

It washed his bones in grainy sand

and now it craves my flesh as well,

wants the complete set,

husband and wife.

I'm safe in our room, safe

from its mouth

that stinks like wet sand.

It calls to me

in his voice, the river

that snatched him away. I

cry and grab my ears

trying not to hear, but one day

I just might answer.