Life Is Changed Not Taken Away

They only hit until you cry
After that you don't ask why...
The little loss (of this morning)
Is subsumed by the greater loss (of yesterday).
Always looking for her; A pale imitation of Her.
It's a jagged and deep cut that you had forgotten
But when you are there
It's 6:00 on that day.
"She's on her way out..." the nurse said
The milk helped a little and the sun shines.

Written at St. Raymond's Cemetery
July 20, 2007