To grandmother, about grandfather.

I dress
Brush my hair
The normal things.
Only
I put on a ring
Now mine to keep.
That's how it goes when it's left behind.
Left
Like me
Both of us without you.
Only I doubt that it hurts like I do.
Your ring both saddens and strengthens
As I walk through the doors.
Of a funeral home.
Not to say goodbye to you, I've done that years ago.
But to one of the other person you left.
A husband.
My grandfather.
And I feel numb.
Have for the past week.
But as I have only an hour before the calling hours begin, anxiety touches me.
Because I know I have not much longer in my precious strength.
Guide me now, with your ring
As I say goodbye to someone else I love.
I love you both.
I'm sorry.