A Widow’s Lament


Come to me, Love,

The philandering wind
Spit back
Empty explanations
Of what went
So terribly wrong.

Your ship wrecked
at sea – everyone died.
You included.

Weeks passed,
Summer gave up nothing.
Just relentlessly blue
skies and empty hooks,
bait stolen by bigger fish.

But I knew.

Your ship sank,
One final radio
And you were gone.

Make no mistake,
You are MY Love,
My ghost,
And I’m not afraid.
I don’t give a damn
About the winds
Or the seasons.

I only care that you
Are with me,
As I climb up to
The widow’s walk,
And half-pray you
Keep me from
Falling from the edge.

Author: Virginia Wagner Galfo

These are scary times. Prepare yourself to take a stand for what is right. God damn it, just be kind!

2 thoughts on “A Widow’s Lament”

  1. Amazing poetry ! Thought provoking words creating timeless imagery. Nice video as well. We’ll done. Bravo!


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