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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      that fill him.     ©2020 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved