With Sympathy

 

over lunch laid out

in the church basement

I extend condolences: words

passed between us

 

like her.

passing.

 

love mourning: a contradiction

in the midst of cut sandwiches

and people laughing, hugging

 

between us,

isn’t she here—

 

just nod

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