I’d like to think I am not so blind … nevertheless I acknowledge, however painfully, the last months since Jim’s death in February have been about me and my grief. And less about Jim himself. Now, I address myself to Jim, my best beloved. There are few words for how perfect we were together. Likewise how bereft I am now.
This widow nomenclature
annoying by nature
as if defined
by your death
a shibboleth
oh...
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