Flowers from your grave
bleed their colors onto my kitchen counter
Salt stings my skin
from the horror dripping off my face
The last 6 weeks have been steeped
in such grief and bewilderment
I almost forgot what anger feels like
(but we are reacquainted).
I am so cosmically betrayed
by a Power I didn’t think betrayed us
I hear those 4 words over and over again
There is no heartbeat, there is no heartbeat, there is no heartbeat.
Isn’t she still present?
Won’t she always be?