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After I Lose Her
After I lose her,
my world is a glass sea:
hollow reflections
& waves of grief
salty in my morning coffeeI feel her heartbeat
in mine, those milky blue
fingers as I type articles
on how easy it is
to improve
your lifeAfter I lose her,
I think of all the things
that might have saved her:
better vitamins,
less soft cheeseI search for answers
& leave my work unfinished,
save for the line or two
I write
before my husband
leaves for workAfter I lose her
I strip the dried bouquet
sent to welcome her birth:
petals I toss into a fire
until they become ash
