Moody

My mood is somber

Regardless of sunny skies or rain-filled clouds

I weep

Over oatmeal, world news, once-forgotten melodies stirring in my brain

Memory kaleidoscopes

Like diamond-sparkles on my finger

Remind me of my loss

I have no sense of time

Of moving forward

I sit and stare
At my husband's ashes
In their pewter urn
And hope, one day, for peace

I Need

Life back the way it was
Before sickness and death tore a hole
In my heart
Large enough to drive a truck through.
I need a loving smile to warm me,
A hand to hold when thunder booms,
Arms to wrap around me in the night.
I need
To stop needing…