A Sign

I asked for a sign
something to assure me
that her spirit was not
shoved under the ground
with her tiny body–

that she continues to exist
that we will reunite one day.

I wiped the salt stains off my glasses
unable to pry my knees off the ground
collapsed into my loving her
not wanting to get up, to keep fighting.

And a fucking ant crawled up my pants
and bit me on the ass.

Okay, I’ll take it.