Like Widows Long Ago

I want to drape myself in black
like widows long ago,
to walk alone in somber dress
so acquaintances will know

my sorrow and my hurt,
my injury inside,
why I stood in church on Sunday
and amid the singing, cried.

I want to drape myself in black
as in times gone by,
to hide my face behind a veil
so no one will wonder why

I say goodnight so early
with words few and low
And move as if encumbered
by limbs made heavy, slow.

I want to drape myself in black
to show the world I mourn
and among my other daily cares
nurse a heart forlorn.

By my garments, all will know
I lament a life too brief
as I wear a daily testament
to love living on through grief.

Photos: Colleen Reynolds