Widow Journey

Screaming pain became sad and lonely.

Sad and lonely can become a way of life in widowhood. 

Just don’t care fits right in there.

End of last year all that grabbed me by the ass and grew roots to the sofa. 

Laying around on the sofa begets a weak, achy back, and more little aches than you can count.

This is the tunnel which leads to the exit sign.

Fighting the sad and lonely, I just don’t care blues; yeah, it’s fight or die.

I can’t crawl in the tomb with him. I had him cremated.

Time mutes the pain of loss.

Thank God!