What a strange life
since a widow

Children raised,
gone,
on their own-
with families of their own.

The feeling not to intrude
while needing all their daily voices
is my accomplishment
and my lesson

I must have my own life

find some part of me
before all the many years of them
and him

A full memory proceeding freely!

I think I shall decorate my new home
(as I sit watching cold walls
and drab carpets)
With vibrant colors-
EVERYWHERE

Woven tapestries bursting
purples, teals, hot pinks, and blues

for that truly
is my life.

Yes, I have moved
again. ⚘

One more day
I did not contact him
That makes almost
two months

I measure my healing now
in moments of time~
I count the days
when I stopped
reaching out.