Allowance

she lives for funerals
the permission to
                               cry
permission even for
                                   her

and yet still there
the calls are close
the ends are near
the clichés teeter
                               always
perilously at the edge

don’t cry it’s alright don’t cry it’s alright it’s alright it’s alright
not you not you not you, just
you
must not cry

she buries her face in winter
among the scented scarves
salt drowns in stephanotis
and for a moment he is with her
and she is not alone

but it is a moment
                                only
it passes and is gone

and she knows that he was
                                                never
really
there at all

not you not you not you, just
you
must not
                cry
©s rogers 6 march 2010

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