On and on

I want to drive on the other side of the road.
Not because I want to get into an accident
I just need to see what’s ahead
From a different point of view.

I don’t take superstitions lightly
And the cosmos has now confirmed
How right I was
To keep an eye on supermoons
(if it weren’t for gravity,
I don’t think I’d still be here).

These explosions of pain
are gradual but always expected

Shadows of grief overlay
my best intentions
to wake up and lead a normal day

But the reminders are everywhere.
They don’t even give me the courtesy
Of sniper fire

I feel her absence, her death
everywhere — in my body, in the world
Because life is everywhere

and it goes on and on and on
without her.