Sunday Mourning

March 23, 2016

Goodnight, badmorning

A vow now broken

They kissed before bed

But from his lips

Nothing else was ever said

For he passed away with her on his side

And she promised to the bed

That she never once again shall lie

Szymborska's words

"Mr. Day's Widow, Mrs. Night"

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