On the Death of Her Husband
The simple lack of her is more to me
than others' presence.
She is more to me.
She was more.
I need what she was, or was
not, or was becoming.
Without her, I have only
the future and the past.
The present does not exist
without her, my wife.
I am impatient for an
afterlife where there will be no time
and where everything that
has happened will still be happening;
where I will still be with
her, my wife.
____ AKSHR
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