His last day. The wait, the false hope Chatting to relatives Wasting my words Holding my calm Watching Wishing for privacy Not getting time alone Too much talking Closeting emotions Being his rock
First day of widowhood. Gaping void Shock, emptiness Loud silence Too much to think about Too much fog in my brain Heart crushing ache Crashing reality Vacant recliner Profound loneliness Pictures of memories
by Diane E. Dockum ©April 10, 2022

It feels inappropriate to hit “Like.” This moved me.
Thank you. It oddly helps to put my feelings down into words.
What a powerful poem. So visual, it’s as we are in the room with you.