Sweetness and softness were old friends

Seldom heard from

Grief a permanent fixture

With anger & loss as its book ends

GTH, “Grand theft husband”, a goner, no trace

9 months ago we chose our vows

Now I sit and pick your poem & ashes case

Arrangements, flowers, and prayers

Make it a celebration

The kids will be there

Put your mask back on

it’ll probably be his best party yet

Twisted view gets me through

Laughing as tears stream down

I run through the thousands of memories

A Rolodex of joy, pain, and regret.

I wish I knew then

That you would be sucked lol it of this life

Through the straw of illness

I long for quite moments on the couch

Watching your stupid sci-fi shows

So much regret

The why will never be answered

Or if so, I’ll never accept it

You were my everything & now you’re nothing to anyone anymore