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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Van Gogh Painting