Widow

And so she sits alone
Not realising I'm there
Reading a novel
I can't remember the name of
What is she thinking?
Does she still feel hopeless?
Is she still grieving?
Or has she moved on
To another kind of reality
Where he lives still
Only silently now?
Does she believe he sits with the Lord?
I can tell by the way she speaks of him lately
And the look on her face now
That she does
It must be a great feeling to believe in
Paradise
A paradise that bemuses me
For my faith is still lost
In the unfairness of it all
I'm so uncertain of it now
That I wonder whether it ever existed
She senses I'm there then looks around
"Hello Pidge" she says
Looking surprised
Her calm blue eyes warm and welcoming
Yet there is a sadness to them
As there has been for quite sometime
"Come in and sit down"
Then
"What brings you here?"
"I was just in the neighbourhood so?"
I say, leaving that sentence to linger
She smiles her knowing smile
Then goes to the kitchen to
Make a pot of tea
Then I see his photograph above the fireplace
And I know she still cries at night
In the silence
Alone