by Reggie Lutz

Created on: December 21, 2010

"The color black is not what it used to be,"

the widow sighs or sings.

Strangers think she is being fashionable

or lazy about color co-ordination.

The wedding ring she wears

invites too many questions about a husband long gone.

"Grey is a better reflection of sorrow,"

she thinks.

She misses him and passes the time without him

considering trite concerns

until the sting of absence is no longer so fresh,

until she is strong enough to directly face

the memory of him.

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