Your Home to Grieve

I saw
that still-framed photograph
of you
running your fingers through the dirt.
Where six feet in,
they laid your beloved wife.
Somehow,
the soil soothed the hurt.
And as you replay
those lifelong memories–
the ones
where you’ll now live–
you’ll continue visiting
that fresh, broken earth
to bury your head in hand
and grieve.

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