In my widowhood, we are
Still a couple, a couple
One of whom has absented
Himself, you know who you
Are, we were two, and so
Close in everything we did,
I am doing some of those
Things alone now. I am a
Widow, without that guy I
Miss, when will I, will I be
Just me alone, doing the
Things we, a couple, had
Done, […]
Together. Alone.
Immediately after writing this query into life after Burt’s death and a declaration of a kind of an independence, I went to get a flu shot.
It stung, and I thought, on the verge of telling the nurse, that the sting would be satisfying to Burt, who liked the proof that he’d gotten the vaccine.
When an injection was painless, Burt needed my reassurance that I had seen the needle go in. It’s very hard keeping my experiences just to myself alone. They are always a little bit about him too. That’s fine, having him still in my life is very reassuring.
