Weird Things
Doing laundry after you died was weird
It seems odd to only do my laundry and not yours also
The taste of cinnamon brings tears
Remembering how we drank cinnamon coffee together
Packing my things to move out of the apartment
And seeing your clothes that you had only touched hours before
And knowing you would never touch them again,
Never need them again
Never wear them again,
Almost unbearable
Expecting you to walk through the door that morning
The night before expecting you to text me back or come home
But you never did
And calling your phone and someone else answering
And them saying they needed to come talk with me
And the heart stopping words
“Roger passed away last night.”
And sobbing harder than I had ever sobbed
And the oddity of realizing it was all over, our plans were all shattered
The two bedroom apartment we were about to move into
To have a nursery for a baby someday
The dreams, the hopes, all gone
Like a cloud of smoke,
vanished, disappear, dissolved
Driving through Nebraska with my mom and brother
And pointing out a sign that said ironically, "A dream died here"
And knowing for me that dream was having a family with you
Someday seeing you with our babies and children
Having you there for me as my team mate
But now that would never happen
So weird, so odd, so unreal
Shattered Plans
I thought we
would grow old together.
I thought we
would make it to 50 years of marriage like both our grandparents.
I wanted to have
kids with you and give you the happy family you had always wanted.
I thought we
would go on road trips together,
And see the
world together
But God seemed
to rip you away from me
So soon, so
quickly,
So abruptly
It was such a
shock
You were happy,
healthy, whole, and fine and just an hour later you were dead.
How is life so
fragile?
How are we so
weak and frail?
This is not how
it was supposed to be.
God meant for us
to live forever.
But death was
part of the curse
Death is so
final, so unrelenting, so cold
But someday,
someday, I will see you again….
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