One Week

One week
has gone by

since I lay
on your bed.

Stroking your hand
not believing you were dead.

I have spent it
crying myself dry

trying to understand
but still screaming why.

Nobody can come up
with any explanation

to soothe my mind
and ease my aggravation.

Time, they say
will smooth this heartbreak,

but that’s no consolation
now my life is opaque.