Never

The day I learned my wife was dying

I went to read about volcanic eruptions,

earthquakes, fire, bloody war, and murder.

I wanted to discover the most awful, because

I knew her death would be worse than that;

and even crueler would be her absence, not

for a day or a year. It meant not coming back.

That was what I couldn’t imagine. How many

days in Never? How many times would we

hear a car and think, That’s her, or hear

the phone ring and feel suddenly happy,

only to grasp it was basically nobody,

and each burst of knowing would be one

little death, and they will happen all day.