IN ABSENTIA
The first Monday in May
Slid off the calendar.
It mingled into Tuesday,
Dissolved in thin air.
The dentist could not reach me.
He wondered where I was.
It was an anniversary,
A day of grief and loss.
I could not bear to re-live
The day my sweetheart died.
There’s nothing that I would not give
To have him by my side.
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