she’s in a better place now
he mumbled to himself
retying his wingtips on the bathroom stool
dabbing his finger with his tongue
and erasing old smudge marks
she never felt comfortable
walking in her own shoes
choosing instead to be someone else
like a promising young star
searching for that perfect role
he walked back into the parlor
and mingled among the living
wondering where in the macrocosm
her consciousness had landed
now that her body lay in state
june two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
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