When I saw your truck
parked in the driveway,
for a split second my heart flipped:
He must’ve gotten off early today…
Then my heart plunged
to the depths —
splatting like a bug on
a summer windshield.
He’s not coming home
not early not today
not ever.
The For Sale sign
on your beloved truck’s
windshield proves it.
Such a sad evocation of the moment when loss becomes real.
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