Light change

I don’t know 
if it’s from
feeling lightheaded
or grief’s release

But everything
looks different,
now.

“Should I come to you?”

He asks, concerned.

“Not tonight,”

I reassure.

Tonight
I’ll
sleep with his
poems.

Tonight,
I mourn.

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