On Burying a Husband  

Another funeral.

A well-lived fruitful life.

We sang hymns

To comfort my friend. 

But oh

The long long nights

I search for you

On the rim of memory

listening for a silenced voice

and footsteps that never come. 

The darkness swells and grows

The stillness deafens. 

Laurel Lamperd

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