I never saw it coming,
The phone call that ended my heartbeat with his
The dizziness, the blurred faces and
Drained voices as I
Hit the ground
The river of tears beneath me that
Slowly began to down my existence.
This woman, my mother
Once so song and bold, but now
Ghastly and feeble with
Tear strained cheeks
paralyzed and struck with the recognition that no,
He will never come back.
I never saw it coming,
The walk down the aisle with him
Waiting for me at the end.
The mahogany, velvet-filled box that he would
Now call his home.
The loud cries and silent mourners,
The cold embraces from those I did not know
The lonely nights and loud screams
The half smiles and foolish acts
The weakened heart and broken mind
The whirlwind
The end