As Usual
(A poem a day through the season of Lent.)
Today, this time last year, we got up as usual, held hands as we drank coffee on the sofa together. I made your breakfast, and afterward we drank our second cup fingers entwined, as usual. You made me laugh. We planned the day. You loaded tools to go to Tom’s to help rebuild the barn that blew over in a January windstorm. This time last year, we were planning our summer, excited and grateful to add to the basket of memories we have made these past years. We met back in the evening to reflect on the hours we spent apart. As usual, we gathered the moments up like leftover loaves and fishes, feeding each other every morsel of the day. Then lying in the repose of each other's arms, we slept, never imagining that tomorrow nothing in our world would ever be as usual again.


This says everything about everything.
So beautiful and so very sad.