There is a body feeling to her grief,
A new awareness of the way her blood

Beats down like rain inside her veins, her wrists
Shiver against her knees despite herself,
The thunderclap of her. She's thinner, now,
Bride-like: tight gulps of breath, pale and
Uncertain eyes, uncoupled, lost. But, still

A hope, perhaps, somehow he might return:
Body beside body and soul beside
Soul. But he doesn't return. He never does.
Still, she remains his, even after death
Has parted them; it is unclear how much

Time has passed - hours or months, she
Cannot tell. She thinks of him, only him.