One week
has gone by
since I lay
on your bed
stroking your hand
not believing
you were dead.
I have spent it
crying myself dry
trying to
understand
but still
screaming why.
Nobody can
come up
with any explanation
to soothe my mind
and ease
my aggravation.
Time, they say
will smooth
this heartbreak,
but that’s
no consolation
now my life is opaque.
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