Lingering at the Cemetery

Seems like yesterday
we talked of weather…
supposed to rain

and that kiss
if you can call it that
more a peck on the cheek.

did I sigh when you told me
you had forgotten the
dry cleaning…again

trivial moments take
on monumental meaning
in hindsight

the world just keeps
on revolving…

my last words
were not what
I’d have chosen

had I known you
would take them
with you…forever

originally published in On Our Own-Widowhood for Smarties-Silver Boomer Books