widowhood

Thought he'd work and I wouldn't find out
Thought I wouldn't look for him, no doubt
Someone checks the computer screen
Someone says it's just routine
That he's been working for a while
That he's not supporting his child
Then I feel a chill--like ice

Going

down

my

spine

a mortuary
Then I feel a thrill--not nice

Going

thru

my

brain

a cemetery

With me living under the umbrella of widowhood
With my child not having understood
it brings no shame, no family disgrace

Like the veil of divorce, you see what I face?
Did he think I would forget
that while trying to

feed

clothe

and educate his child

I go into debt?

Did he know I could kill him dead
the pull of a

trigger

bullet

shot

to the head?
If I could get away with it I would
and live free
widowhood

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