SIT THERE VERY STILL
Waves of shock and disbelief
Relentlessly rack your grief
You wander through empty rooms
Sucking in cigarette fumes
You pray for vindication
Please God an indication
Some semblance of her presence
A hint the slightest essence
Amid the silence so black
You cry I want my wife back
There is no answer of course
No heavenly tour de force
You drift into deep ennui
A dead immobility
Drained of energy and will
You just sit there very still
This is your existence now
Life itself you disavow
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