I am a container of stories about you
And I bring you up repeatedly, uninvited to

Do the people around me want to keep hearing about my dead wife?
Or does the room go silent when I mention you, shining alive?
I live with your absence and it's been two months since you died
I'll speak to your absence and carry our stories around my whole life
But when I'm in public I don't know what's that look in their eyes
I now wield the power to transform a grocery store aisle into a canyon of pity and confusion
And mutual aching to leave

The loss in my life is a chasm I take into town and I don't wanna close it
Look at me, death is real