Buttered Chicken
He looked at the buttered chicken casserole
with vacant eyes.
I was suppose to go before she did.
What am I going to do now?
Today, out shovelling his drive
we faced
I with few words
he with less
looked at each other
"I'm sorry for your loss"
was all I could muster
"I know it sounds trite,
I don't have the words...
If it were me I have no Idea...
"I know, he said, she was my life.
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