Nancy’s husband died Sunday
and a sad shadow fell across
my memories of the pure happiness
with which Nancy loved her Donnie.
For Nancy, there had never been
a time before Donnie. They had been
married forever, or so it seemed.
Nothing came between them, and
nothing was more important
than each to the other. Nancy would tell
me so, big smile across her tiny face.
And now there was just Nancy and I
felt like maybe the world was
a little bit worse off without their
wholehearted love in it anymore.
It was certainly not going to be my
contribution to society.