You have learned
there is a word
for this
mourning someone
who is not yet
dead
liminal space
between hope
and letting go
lingering
at the threshold
of loss
no-man’s land
you must cross
on your own
afraid
to reach
the other side
editors note:
To see it coming stings no less. (We welcome Agnes to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay