how it rolled

the car rolled.
she died.
away on a trip.
it was supposed to be fun.

she didn’t reply to my text
I thought, maybe
she was out of range
but she was already dead when I first tried ringing.

so, I have to forget about that
I have bigger fish to fry
sign the funeral arrangements
while making the kids lunch.

my weary work hands have softened
I know the teachers by name
I see the same faces
at the school each morning and afternoon.

they all gaze through me, like cellophane
in sympathy, in pity, in thankfulness
that it wasn’t them
the pain is not theirs to endure, they are thankful for this.

I shrug, I sort my shit, do my thing
as my sprouts follow, coaxing required
she is not here, but her clothes still are
the smell of her, is a part of this air.

is this too early?
first drink since 10.30
I’ll be here in the morning
with your breakfast ready.

how it rolled

kromwellfarkus

Joined November 2010

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