Across the Veil

It’s the little things, like
sending a text to wish friends
a happy anniversary and seeing that the
last message I sent them was the news 
that you had left us. 

Or the online form that asks marital
status including the box that says 
widowed. I refuse the label, mark
myself MARRIED, and wish for the
option to underline and circle the word.
because I am, always and forever
yours.

Or your jacket hanging
on the hook next to mine 
as always. I touch your name
stitched onto the fabric, feel your
name sown like seeds across my soul.

Then these words:

Once you have touched and 
tasted heaven, nothing else
will ever compare, or
ever be enough again.

Are these words mine, missing 
you with every breath and heartbeat?

Or are the words yours …
just letting me know?

Later in the day, the sun set
like a glowing peach, an anthem
of glory in the sky. It seemed
for a moment as if we were on the same
side of things, small but filled with wonder,
together in a world of light.