after her

she waited,
you know,
the men had left
and slipped away
with just the women,
deaths outstretched hand.
and now,
that she is ashes,
and her stories told,
and her boys
have gone back home,
once again
he sits there
on my velvet settee
with our coffee
i watch
surrender to
the loss of her.

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