The Survivors
It’s not right to be left alone, alone in a life we meant to spend together. “‘Til death do us part” we vow, counting on growing old together. Counting those eggs will all be chickens. Death did us part. He dropped in uninvited and unwelcomed. No voluntary act, this parting, not generously given, but wrenched from an unwilling victim. A rapacious glutton, delighting himself on the tears of those he leaves behind to mourning. “Take me too!” we cry to no avail. He’d have no feasts of sorrow without survivors. So he leaves us to the pains and emptiness ...