Echo
On the death of the husband of a friend.
two nights ago, I woke
in a cold sweat knowing
you were gone,
searched for your obituary
two nights ago, I felt a chill
run through my body at 4 a.m.
and I have never felt such loss
in the echoing of my bones
it still feels unreal―
like you are not really gone
like this is all just a sick dream
like the cancer did not win
two nights ago, when I fell asleep
you were still breathing and married
to one of the kindest women I know
and I shrugged off the feeling
two nights ago, I felt my body shatter
when you died and your name
and the obituary had not been released
and she was still Mrs, not Ms
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© 2018 Jocelyn Mosman
Jocelyn Mosman
Jocelyn is a law student, poet, and performer. She has published three volumes of poetry and performed in three countries.
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