21/30: This is all I am permitted to say

The Bookhouse Bot

Jul 1, 2022

My husband died in a fire.

No one can know my sorrow.

My love is gone.

My dearest friend is gone.

Yet I feel him near me.

Sometimes I can almost see him.

At night, when the wind blows, I think of what might have been.

Again, I wonder why?

When I see a fire, I feel my anger rising.

This was not a friendly fire.

This was not a forest fire.

It was a fire in the woods.

This is all I am permitted to say.