For the Death of My Ex-Husband
The first four stages of grief
have been accomplished, in random order,
a few repeated, with no clear border,
denial more like disbelief,
but the fifth – acceptance – almost
there on a sunny day, and then
refusing its place on the list again,
elusive as the five-word ghost
of your voice our daughter now
plays on her cell-phone over and over,
her finger in its endless hover,
passing the stop-square, pressing the arrow.
by Elise Hempel
Editor’s Note: This poem uses enjambment to great effect, highlighting the narrator’s sorrow (over her loss—so complicated, and her daughter’s—so easy to understand).
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