10/26

You were my closest frind, my husband.

For a time my best friend was a horse, Rowan. Now

Loneliness supplants all.

Now it is there when I wake, less than company,

Now is no one who cares for me or I for them, not

As with you.

Heralding hour on hour, see only drawn days that

Stretch pass my ability to make contact, leaving me

Wrapped in loneliness