After The Funeral, curiosity crowded sadness
out of my mind. Who was she, so heart-broken
and stunningly dressed in black with a flash of
diamonds dancing on the plastered wall next
to her pew? Her sadness at her loss, and I glad
at mine, shined a new light on him: with tardy
Insight his ‘nights out with the boys’ had been
ploys. He had been as desperate as she to be free.
Too few have the personal courage to make the difficult choice to to be free - sad for those who don't.